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hanniebaeee · 20 hours ago

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The Wedding

Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: nothing other than some shameless flirting and kissing

Genre: arranged marriage, best friends to lovers, flufff

Summary: You and Felix grew up together and are best friends. You both always knew that you'd have an arranged marriage, that's how it always works. But you don't expect to have an arranged marriage with your best friend.

The news hits you like a ton of bricks. Of all the things in the world you expect your parents to say to you, this was never on the list. Your mum is going on about "you and Felix finally being together."

Felix?!

As in, Lee Felix, your best friend, Felix?

The one who let you cheat off his math tests back in high school? Your partner in crime?

Your parents look so happy about this. Your dad is nodding approvingly as your mum goes on about how wonderful this will be, because Felix has always been like her son anyway.

You slip outside once your dad pats your shoulder softly and tells you that he's such a good boy and perfect for you. Pulling out your phone, you call him, your hands trembling. Felix answers after one ring.

“Bro, what’s happening here?” he says, his deep laugh rumbling through the line. Oh, so he knows.

The urge to whack him - again - on calling you "bro" is so strong, but just for this time, you let it slide. But your heart flutters a little because he sounds unexpectedly warm and close…like he’s right next to you.

“Are you… like, okay with this?” you ask, your voice a little shaky.

He pauses, then his voice softens.

“I mean… yeah. I guess. I mean, it's us…better than… you know?” he says, and you just know that he's blushing. You can imagine that soft pink of his cheeks and the perfect dusting of freckles - ok, get a grip!

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He’s right. You knew you would have an arranged marriage at some point. That's how it works in your family, well, your families. But this is Felix. Your Felix.

You meet later that afternoon, in your usual cafe. He's smiling as you approach and take a seat across him. But this time, everything feels different.

“Hello, princess,” he teases, his grin wide as he sits back, eyes trained on you. “Should I start calling you wifey now?”

“Stop it,” you hiss, kicking him under the table, but he only laughs, his eyes twinkling.

“Oh, come on, fiancée,” he says, stretching out the word like he’s savoring it. “Aren’t you excited? You get to see this face every morning now.”

He points at himself, giving you a cocky grin.

“You’re ridiculous!” you laugh, lifting your hand to attack him, but he just catches it and holds it.

You freeze, suddenly hyper-aware of how warm his fingers feel against yours, his thumb tracing small circles along your skin.

“Hey, don’t get shy on me now,” he whispers, leaning in just a bit closer. “You've literally been my wifey for so long…?”

Your cheeks are on fire, and you yank your hand back, trying to ignore the way your heart is trying to leap out of your chest.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, bro,” you mutter, trying to recover as he just laughs harder.

“Hey, if I’m your fiancé, I better not hear that word coming from your mouth,” he warns, grinning. “Unless you want me to punish you for it.”

“Oh my God! What's up with you all of a sudden?!” You say, totally exasperated with his change. “And besides, it's not like you can just-”

He raises a brow and says, “Try me.”

And that’s when you realize that Felix is actually not just ok with. He's absolutely fucking celebrating this.

A storm of engagement prep begins (immediately), and your mum takes matters into her hands to ensure you look like the world’s most ‘eligible’ bride-to-be. This means you are in and out of boutiques and fittings and stylings and what not. It's a pain.

“Mum, please,” you groan, eyeing that ridiculous necklace she's holding out to you. “Felix doesn’t care if I wear that. He’s seen me looking like a troll! I don't have to-”

“That was before he had to put a ring on your finger in front of every important person in town,” she says, pinning you with that look. “Do you want Felix regretting this before he even says ‘I do’?”

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, Felix wanders in casually, and leans against the doorframe watching you both glare at each other.

“Lixie!” you say, calling him over to settle the debate. “Do you or do you not find me sexy and appealing?”

Your mum’s mouth drops open at your bluntness and she glares daggers at you, but Felix just smirks as he walks over to you.

“Of course I find you sexy and appealing, wifey,” he says, with a shameless wink in your mum’s direction.

You mum sighs before she leaves the rooms, huffing and muttering something about “you two being a lost cause”.

The second the door closes, you give him your best glare. “I told you, stop calling me that.”

Felix just grins, tilting his head and letting his voice drop into a low drawl as he says, “What else would I call my wifey, hmm?”

You feel that little flip in your tummy, and you try to step back, but he only follows, stepping closer.

“FELIX!” you warn, heart racing as he grins, closing the distance between you until his face is dangerously close to yours.

“Where are you going?” he teases, his eyes glinting playfully.

You let out a huff, backpedaling toward the door.

“Outta here,” you say quickly, but he steps forward, his hand braced against the wall next to your head, blocking your way.

“What’s wrong, wifey?” he whispers, voice sultry. “Not scared of me, are you?”

“Please,” you scoff, though your cheeks are burning. “You're so full of yourself.”

“Oh, is that so?” he smirks, looking down at you like he wants to eat you up.

You swallow, eyeing him suspiciously, because what the hell happened to your goofy bestie? But before you start to side step him, he steps back with a satisfied grin, letting you go.

“I came to tell you that we're going ring shopping tomorrow.” He says with a wink. “You, me and mum.”

“Ok, you don't have to kill me for that.” You grumble, as you take the chance to bolt out of the room. You're sure you hear him chuckle behind you, and you can't help but smile.

Ring shopping with Felix and his mum is already more nerve-wracking than you expected. Mummy dearest just wants you to have anything you want. Or everything.

A pair of pretty earrings catch her attention and she floats away to take a look, and Felix sidles up next to you, giving you that smirk of his.

"Just pick whatever you like, Lix,” you tell him, attempting nonchalance as you point to a display case. “It’s just a ring - I really don't mind."

“It should be something you like, don’t you think?” he asks, his eyes never leaving you.

You narrow your eyes at him, flustered.

“Yah, I'll like anything you choose, ok?” you mumble, looking away, hoping that you don't look like a tomato in a dress.

“Of course,” he says, looking through the rings.

You start browsing too, but every time you risk a glance at him, you find him staring at you with that amused smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

“Felix,” you hiss, trying not to stutter. “Will you stop that? You’re distracting me.”

“Sorry babe,” he says, his voice low. “Can’t help it… ”

Your face heats up, and you stumble over your words as you try to regain some dignity. Just then his mum is back, and gives him a little slap on his arm.

“Felix, stop making her uncomfortable.” she scolds, and he just laughs and asks you, “Are you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?” You scoff. “I’m two seconds away from shoving these rings down your throat.”

He bursts out laughing and says,“Ah, there’s my girl. Feisty as ever.”

You shoot him a look, desperately trying to fight your smile, and glance over at the rings. You two finally settle on a delicate design - a simple band with a round diamond gleaming in the center.

“Good choice,” he says, his voice unexpectedly soft. “Looks like it was made for you.”

His words catch you off guard, and for a moment, you can’t look away from him. There's a warm, unfamiliar feeling stirring in your chest, and it just makes you want to pull him into a hug.

“Well, it’s perfect! Let’s get it.” Felix’s mum claps her hands, calling an end to your ring hunt.

The engagement party is a whirlwind of lights, drinks and an endless stream of guests congratulating you and Felix. The venue is breathtaking - but the heat and attention are a bit overwhelming. Your dress, though gorgeous, is sticking to your body uncomfortably, and it's getting harder and harder to keep your smile up. You feel your anxiety creeping up, ready to take over.

Just when you think you might combust under the pressure, you feel a warm hand slip into yours. You look up to see Felix, and without a word, he tugs you out of the crowd and into the gardens.

Outside, the cool air feels so good on your sweaty skin, and you sigh in relief. Felix leads you to a little bench nestled under a tree, and you see a glass of wine and a plate with a slice of cake he’s swiped from the party. And also a little bottle of water from his pocket.

“Better?” he asks, as he watches you take a sip of the water.

“Much better,” you breathe, grinning. “I was about to go hide under a table.”

He chuckles, leaning back and taking a sip of the wine, his eyes lingering on you.

“Couldn’t let my fiancée be hiding under tables, could I?” he says, nudging your knee with his.

You roll your eyes, laughing. But you catch a glimmer of something softer in his expression, something almost vulnerable.

“So…” he begins, looking away, sounding a bit more serious. “You’re really okay with this? I mean, me? Doing this with me?”

You can tell he’s hiding a bit of worry behind his charm, afraid you’re anxious about being with him. The thought alone makes your heart ache a little, and you reach out, slipping your hand into his. You give his fingers a gentle squeeze and smile softly.

“Felix,” you say, looking him right in the eyes, “I’m so glad it’s you. I really am. I mean, I feel like the luckiest person alive to be marrying my best friend.”

For once, his easy, cocky confidence falters. He blushes, a soft pink covering his cheeks as he looks down, biting his lip. He lets out a small, shy laugh, his fingers tightening around yours.

“I feel the same,” he murmurs, his voice so low, it's barely audible.

Felix wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. You let yourself sink into it, your own arms going around his neck. You feel his heartbeat against yours, everything else fading away as you just hold each other.

This feels so good - just the two of you, close, cozy, and warm. But just as you’re starting to relax, you feel his hands begin to wander. It slides a bit too low down your back and you pull back to stare at him, wide eyed.

“Felix!” you whisper-yell, squirming. “Keep your hands to yourself!”

“What?” he says, feigning innocence. “Can’t a man hug his future wife?”

You try to glare at him, but it’s impossible to keep a straight face as he grins down at you like that.

“If you want to keep all ten of your fingers, you'd be more careful.” you say dryly, letting him pull you in for another quick squeeze before finally letting go. But his arm stays draped around your shoulders, as if he’s not willing to let you go just yet.

If engagement prep was a pain, wedding prep is basically a full-time job. Your days are a blur of dress fittings, cake tastings, and jewelry appointments - and it's totally exhausting.

And if all that wasn’t enough, your mum has taken it upon herself to enforce a strict “no Felix” rule until the wedding. Apparently, she thinks that if you keep hanging out with him, you’ll run out of things to talk about post-wedding. You practically choke on air when she says it.

“Are you serious? He's my best friend! Who am I going to talk to then?” you ask, only to get a very serious look from her.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me when you’ve still got some surprises left.” she says, and you just huff, mentally counting down the hours until you can actually see Felix without her watching you like a hawk.

During dinner with Felix and his family that night, your mum casually drops the news that both sets of parents have planned to gift you and Felix a massive, all-expenses-paid honeymoon.

Felix glances at you from the opposite side of the table, trying not to grin and you do your best not to look at him. And he nudges your foot under the table and you nudge back, until your mum gives you a sharp glare and you quiet down.

Later that night, Felix sneaks over to your room as the parents get busy, and you both sit cross-legged on your bed, a laptop open between you, scrolling through honeymoon destinations. The choices are endless - beach resorts, mountain cabins, historic villas, exotic getaways…

“A beach resort, huh? Imagine you… in one of those little bikinis…all warm and sun-kissed. I suggest a beach resort.” Felix says, leaning into you.

You sigh as you say, “Felix! Shut up! I assure you there won't be any bikinis.”

He laughs and says, “Or what about the mountains? We’ll be all alone in a cozy cabin, we can just get comfy in front of the fire with the snow falling outside… and absolutely nothing else to do all day. Just you know…it's always the cold that -”

He playfully shoves you a little, and you shove him back a little too hard that he falls off the bed and lands on the thick rug with an exaggerated groan, rolling onto his back with a pained look.

Just as you’re about to scold him for being ridiculous, your door creaks open, and your mom walks in, her mouth dropping open at the sight of Felix sprawled on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she screeches, giving you an incredulous look.

You freeze, as if caught committing a crime, as you stutter, “He - Mum, he was asking for it.”

She puts a hand on her hip, shaking her head.

“That’s no way to treat your future husband! Honestly, Y/N, his parents are still downstairs!” she scolds.

Felix, barely containing his laughter, shakes his head.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Y/L/N. She just doesn’t agree with my honeymoon choices, that’s all.” he says, looking like a perfect angel.

You shoot him a glare and say, “That’s because they’re terrible.”

“Oh, really?” he says, smirking as he stands up, brushing himself off. “I just suggested a few exciting options. It’s not my fault you’re so-”

“Felix,” you interrupt, your voice dangerously low, “I swear to God-”

Your mom sighs, looking between the two of you with exasperation. “I have nothing to say to you two. Felix, I need you downstairs in 10 minutes. No excuses.”

“Yes ma'am.” He says, giving her a salute and she leaves, shaking her head.

You let out a sigh of relief, trying to ignore the smug grin on Felix’s face as he plops back on the bed beside you. He's sitting closer now, it feels like he's trying to climb into your lap.

“Alright, love,” you mutter. “We’re not going anywhere with snow. If I’m going to be stuck with you, I’m going to need sunshine.”

He grins and says, “Ah, so you do want to wear the little bikini.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the little shiver of excitement that courses through you. You point to the screen, settling on a gorgeous beach resort with crystal-clear waters and beach cabins.

“Happy?” you ask, trying to ignore the flutter in your heart.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he murmurs, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “I can’t wait.”

The look in his eyes is wicked, leaving you flustered.

The night before the wedding, you’re a wreck. You’re an anxious mess, and every time you close your eyes, all you can think about is the ceremony, the crowd, the vows… and of course, the part where you’re supposed to kiss Felix. In front of a hundred people. For the very first time.

Finally, at the end of your rope, you grab your phone and text Felix.

You: Are you sure about tomorrow? Like sure sure?

He replies almost instantly.

Lix: Why would you even ask me that?! Are you planning on ditching me tomorrow?

Lix: Babe? Y/N don't scare me like that!

You: No! No no no...I'm sorry.

You: I just...I miss you.

There’s no reply, and you regret having texted him. A fresh wave of anxiety hits you, when you hear a sound at your window. You look over, and there he is - Felix, grinning as he climbs in like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Oh my God, you’re insane,” you say, but you’re smiling as you rush over and throw your arms around him, his warmth enveloping you as he holds you tight.

“Can't let you freak out alone, you know,” he murmurs, his voice soft in your ear. “I want you to know that “I’ve never been this happy before. Marrying you… it’s the best thing that could happen to me.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you want to say something equally romantic back, but all you can manage is a soft, “I’m scared.”

His face softens, and he squeezes you a little before asking, “Of me?”

“No,” You sigh. “About everything else. All the people, they'll all be watching us…I'm scared about… kissing you…it's -” You feel your cheeks heat up, embarrassed to admit it.

“Ohhh,” he says, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “So that’s what’s got you all worked up. The kiss?”

He raises an eyebrow, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “Well, you know, if you need to practice, I’m here to help.”

Your heart jumps into your throat as he gazes at you with so much love and mischief.

“What-”

“Shh, just let it happen, ok?”

He inches closer and you can barely breathe as you meet his gaze. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

And then, he closes the distance, his lips soft and warm against yours. The kiss is gentle at first, so warm and soft, but then he leans in a little closer, his hand moving to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss. Your heart is racing so fast you’re sure he can hear it.

This is real. This is actually real. You’re kissing Felix - your best friend, your almost-husband. And it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

When he finally pulls back, he’s smiling.

“Well,” he says, sounding a bit breathless, “consider that practice round one.”

You can’t help but laugh. He gives you one more soft, lingering kiss, and you feel a strange mix of excitement and calm wash over you.

“Tomorrow’s going to be perfect,” he whispers, his lips touching your forehead. “I promise.”

The wedding is a fairytale. A garden venue draped with twinkling fairy lights and flowers. But nothing compares to the way he gazes at you as you walk down the aisle, like he can’t believe this moment was real. The whole day is a dream - except when your mum cries and cries so hard, it makes you cry and it makes Felix cry.

Now, as the two of you step into your new apartment together, just you and him - you feel like your heart might just burst. You’re still in your wedding dress, the delicate lace and silk brushing against your skin as Felix closes the door behind you.

It's so silent and you can’t tell if the excitement or the nerves are stronger, but it feels like your skin is on fire.

Felix catches your gaze, that familiar smirk dancing on his lips, but the way he looks at you is so warm and soft. He takes your hand, leading you into your bedroom.

“Let's get you out of all this,” he murmurs, stepping closer.

You nod, more than happy to be free of it all. You watch him take off his coat, tossing it on the bed.

As you take off your earrings, you feel his hands move to your hair, slowly pulling out the pins that hold it in place, one by one. He’s silent, focused, his every touch so tender. Your hair falls loose, and he lets his fingers comb through it, smiling.

“You looked stunning today,” he says. “I really had to hold myself back so I don't embarrass myself in front of everyone.”

Your cheeks burn as you manage to giggle and say, “You’re such a flirt, Lixie.”

“Only for you, wifey.” His voice dips low, his fingers trailing down to the back of your neck.

Your hands are trembling slightly as he moves to the zipper of your dress, sliding it down slowly. The fabric loosens, and he eases the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool softly at your feet.

“Still nervous?” he whispers, his hands resting on your waist.

You swallow, nodding. “A little.”

“Hmm,” he hums, pressing a feather-light kiss to your collarbone. “Just be yourself, yeah? You're perfect.”

You bite your lip, the butterflies in your stomach going wild as he presses a kiss on your cheek, then one just below your jawline. Your hands grip at the fabric of his shirt, crumbling it under your fingers.

“Felix,” you whisper, feeling your face heat up as he teases a line of kisses down your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

And when he finally leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s so tender and achingly sweet, you put your arms around him, sinking into him.

The teasing glint in his eyes turns into something darker and he leans closer, his fingers brushing along your jaw.

"So, Mrs. Lee,” he murmurs, “How’s it feel to finally be mine?”

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aasouthteranoswife · 1 day ago

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The Monster’s Heart

Summary: Sukuna Ryomen, a feared yakuza leader whose ruthless reputation is challenged when he meets y/n, a gentle café worker who serves tea near his headquarters. Their unlikely romance blossoms as y/n’s warmth begins to thaw Sukuna's cold exterior, leading to a passionate but tender relationship. When rival yakuza attack the café.

A/N: Hi Hi I'm kind of back. Here an old works but with a different character. Please give me some love ❤️ 🥹

Warning(s): Violence and gunfights, References to organized crime,Mild blood/injury, Romantic intimacy (explicit),References to physical scars, Themes of moral ambiguity,Mild language, Emotional intensity.

Word Count: 4,000

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Reblog’s and feedback are appreciated

Sukuna Ryomen was a force of nature—a man who had clawed his way to the top of the yakuza world with cold, calculating precision. His reputation was built on bloodshed, ruthless decisions, and a heart that no longer had room for anything but power. He was the kind of man whose name alone could silence a room, whose eyes could freeze anyone in their tracks. A leader without equal, feared by all, trusted by none. For Sukuna, emotions were weaknesses—things that only got in the way of his ascent.

That is, until he met her.

Her name was y/n, and from the moment she stepped into his world, everything began to change.

Y/n wasn’t like the other women Sukuna encountered. She wasn’t a hardened fighter or a cunning manipulator. In fact, she wasn’t like anyone he had ever known. She was sweet—“too” sweet, some might say. Her smile was like sunlight breaking through the storm clouds of his life. Y/n’s soft laughter filled rooms with an innocence that felt like a foreign language to him. She was gentle and kind, untainted by the darkness that had consumed everyone around him.

She worked at a small café near the yakuza offices, serving tea and pastries to the men who walked in and out of the building. Sukuna’s men would often stop by for a drink, but he never had any interest in the ordinary staff—until her laid eyes on you.

Her presence irritated him at first. Her overly cheerful disposition, the way she greeted him with that polite, unassuming smile whenever he visited. But over time, something began to shift. He found himself watching her from the corner of his eye, mesmerized by the way she moved, the way she spoke, and the unshakable warmth she carried in her gaze.

One evening, after a particularly grueling meeting with rival factions, Sukuna walked into the café, his eyes cold and tired. His men scattered in a hush as they noticed his presence, but you remained standing behind the counter, unaware of the tension in the room. Her eyes were bright as ever, focused on the task at hand, and for a brief moment, Sukuna was struck by the sheer “normalcy” of it. The contrast between his world of violence and her world of simplicity.

She caught his gaze as he approached the counter, and for a heartbeat, he felt something he couldn’t quite name.

“Good evening, Sukuna ,” you greeted him, her voice soft, unperturbed by the weight of his reputation. You didn’t even flinch when he slid into a chair, her smile as genuine as always. “The usual today?” You said with a smile.

Sukuna said nothing at first, merely watching her as she poured him tea with careful, delicate movements. The sight of her was so… out of place, so out of sync with everything he knew. He had never met anyone who wasn’t afraid of him, who treated him like a “person”, not a monster.

You placed the mug in front of him with a small bow, as your eyes linger for just a moment longer than necessary. “Is everything alright, Sukuna? You look like you could use a bit of rest.” Patting him on the shoulder. He tensed up from your touch.

Sukuna’s red eyes narrowed, a hint of irritation flickering beneath his usual impassive expression. “It’s none of your business,” he replied, his voice low and flat, but there was something in the way he said it—something softening, something… conflicted.

You didn’t back down. Instead, you just smiled again, your voice a little quieter this time. “It’s not my business, but if you’re tired, I’m happy to make you something special. You’ve been coming here for weeks, and I still don’t know what you like outside of tea.”

Sukuna said nothing for a long moment, his gaze lingering on her. Something inside him shifted—something that he had long buried, something fragile, almost like a memory of a life he’d never allowed himself to have. It was absurd. He shouldn’t care. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from you, not when she had become the only thing in his life that wasn’t tainted by blood or betrayal.

“I don’t need anything special,” he muttered, but the words felt hollow in his own ears.

You tense at his words, but instead of retreating, she leaned forward slightly, her gaze gentle. “You know, Sukuna, everyone needs something “special”sometimes. Even people like you.” Kissing him on the cheek.

Sukuna’s heart thudded loudly in his chest, and he didn’t know why it felt so different this time. He couldn’t understand it.

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Days turned into weeks, and Sukuna found himself visiting the café more frequently, though he never admitted to anyone why. You became a fixture in his life in a way that no one else had, her kindness an ever-present force in his otherwise dark existence. He watched as she interacted with his men, as they cracked jokes and spoke to her like she was just another face in the crowd, but Sukuna saw something more. He saw how they softened around her, how they were drawn to her warmth.

And, slowly, Sukuna began to realize something: the thing that scared him the most was the way he felt when you weren’t around.

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One rainy evening, after a particularly violent confrontation with a rival gang, Sukuna found himself standing outside the café, drenched in the cold, heavy downpour. He didn’t know why he was there. His men were cleaning up the mess, and he should’ve been heading back to the compound. But all he could think about was you.

He walked in, wet and disheveled, and you immediately looked up from behind the counter. The warmth in your eyes never wavered.

“Oh my good,” you said, rushing toward him with a small towel. “You’re soaked! Let me—”

Before you could finish, Sukuna pulled you close, his hands wrapping around your waist, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. The sudden motion startled you, but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you placed your hands gently on his chest, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Sukuna…” she whispered, his name so soft on her lips.

It was then that everything that had been building inside him erupted. Without thinking, he lowered his head and kissed you—soft at first, tentative, as if he was testing the waters, afraid of what it might mean. But when you didn’t pull away, when you leaned into him with an almost desperate tenderness, he deepened the kiss, the world around them disappearing.

In that moment, he realized something terrifying: He was in love with you.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, Sukuna rested his forehead against yours, his voice gruff. “I can’t lose you, y/n. Not you. Not to anyone. If anything happens to you—if you’re ever hurt—there will be nothing left of this world. I will burn everything down for you.”

Your heart fluttered at the raw sincerity in his words, and for a moment, you didn’t know whether you should be frightened by the intensity of his feelings or comforted by the vulnerability he had just shown. But one thing was certain: Sukuna Ryomen, the monster everyone feared, was a lover on the inside.

And she was the reason why, he not longer cold- hearted.

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All of a sudden the quiet street suddenly erupted in chaos. Three black SUVs screeched to a halt outside the café, and men in dark suits poured out, their weapons glinting in the rain. The Ishida clan—Sukuna's oldest rivals—had tracked him here.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed as he recognized Ishida Kenji, the clan's second-in-command, emerging from the lead vehicle. "Ryomen!" Kenji called out, his voice cutting through the rain. "Your territory grab today crossed a line. We're here to settle this."

Through the café window, Sukuna could see you frozen behind the counter, your eyes wide with fear. His jaw clenched. Of all places, they had to bring their war here—to your sanctuary.

"You're making a mistake, Kenji," Sukuna's voice was deadly calm as he stepped away from the café entrance, drawing their attention away from the building. "Whatever grievance you have, we handle it elsewhere."

Kenji's laugh was sharp. "Since when does the great Sukuna Ryomen care about collateral damage?" His eyes flickered to the café, and his smile turned cruel. "Unless... ah, I see now. The rumors were true."

The first shot came without warning. Sukuna moved like lightning, drawing his own weapon as he rolled behind a parked car. The street erupted in gunfire, the sound of breaking glass and screaming civilians filling the air. Through the chaos, Sukuna's mind remained razor-sharp, focused on one thing: keeping the fight away from you.

He took down two of Kenji's men with precise shots, then used the cover of rain to move closer to their position. His movements were fluid, efficient—the product of years spent surviving situations exactly like this. But this time was different. This time, he wasn't just fighting for territory or respect. He was fighting for something more.

A bullet grazed his shoulder, and he responded by putting a round through the shooter's knee. The man went down screaming. Three more approached from his left, but before they could fire, Sukuna's own men—who had been trailing him—arrived on the scene, evening the odds.

Through the firefight, Sukuna caught glimpses of the café. His heart nearly stopped when he saw you helping elderly customers escape through the back door, your face determined despite your terror. Even now, you were thinking of others.

"You've gone soft, Ryomen!" Kenji shouted, emerging from behind his car with a shotgun. "Love makes men weak!"

Sukuna's response was a bullet that shattered Kenji's right shoulder, sending him sprawling. In three quick strides, Sukuna closed the distance between them, kicking away Kenji's weapon. He pressed his foot against the man's wounded shoulder, earning a howl of pain.

"You're wrong, Kenji," Sukuna's voice was ice. "Love doesn't make men weak. It gives them something worth fighting for." He leaned down, his expression murderous. "Remember that when you wake up in the hospital. And remember this: if you or anyone else ever brings violence near this place again, what I did to your men today will seem like mercy."

The fight ended as quickly as it began. As his men secured the area and called their cleanup crews, Sukuna rushed into the café. He found you in the back room, helping an elderly woman calm her breathing.

When you saw him, you didn't run. You didn't scream. Instead, you walked straight to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. "I was so worried," she whispered.

Sukuna held you tight, his heart racing not from the fight, but from the simple fact that you were still here, still holding him, even after seeing what he was capable of. "I told you," he said softly, "I will burn everything down for you."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with something between fear and understanding. "I don't want you to burn anything down," you said. "I just want you to stay alive. Stay with me." As he kissed you all over your face.

In that moment, as the rain continued to fall outside and distant sirens wailed, Sukuna realized that perhaps he had been wrong all along. Emotions weren't weaknesses—they were power of a different kind. And you had given him the most powerful one of all.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, and for the first time in his life, he meant every word. Giving you a long deep passionate kiss.

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Later that night, after the chaos had settled and the cleanup crews had restored order to the street, Sukuna insisted on taking you home. To your small apartment was a few blocks from the café, a modest space that somehow felt just like you—warm, inviting, untouched by the darkness of his world.

"You should let me check that wound," you said softly, gesturing to where the bullet had grazed his shoulder. Your hands trembled slightly, but your voice was steady.

Sukuna wanted to refuse—he'd had far worse injuries—but the concern in your eyes made him relent. He sat on your couch while you retrieved a first aid kit. When you returned, you carefully helped him remove his jacket and shirt, her fingers ghosting over his skin.

You gasped softly at the sight of his other scars—testament to years of violent survival. But instead of recoiling, you traced them gently, your touch filling him with a warmth he'd never known. No one had ever touched him like this—like he was something precious rather than something dangerous.

"Does it hurt?" You whispered, carefully cleaning the graze on his tattooed shoulder.

"No," he replied, his voice rough with emotion. But he wasn't talking about the wound.

When you finished bandaging him, your eyes met his. The air between them crackled with unspoken words. Sukuna reached up, cupping your face in his calloused hands. Your skin was soft as silk against his battle-worn fingers.

“Y/n," he breathed your name like a prayer. "You should be terrified of me. After what you saw today..."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. "I've never been afraid of you, Sukuna. I see who you really are—not what the world has forced you to become."

Unable to resist any longer, he pulled you onto his lap, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You melted against him, your hands sliding up his bare tattooed chest to wrap around his neck. The kiss was different from your first—more desperate, more intense, filled with everything you two couldn't say.

When you finally broke apart, breathing heavily, Sukuna rested his forehead against yours. His hands trembled as they held yours, this beautiful, pure thing that had somehow found its way into his darkness.

"Stay with me tonight," you whispered, her fingers intertwining with his. "Just... stay."

Sukuna's heart thundered in his chest. He had shared countless nights with others, but this was different. This wasn't about passion or power or fleeting pleasure. This was about trust, about letting someone see past his carefully constructed walls.

He slowly pulls off your clothes you were wearing as he did with his. He slowly made way to your small bedroom.

That night, you two laid together in your small bed naked, your head resting on his chest, your bodies intertwined. He held you close, feeling your body heat, breathing in the sweet scent of your hair, feeling the gentle rise and fall of your bare chest against his. For the first time in his life, Sukuna felt at peace.

In the quiet darkness, you traced patterns on his skin, your touch both innocent and intimate. "I love you," you whispered, so softly he almost missed it.

The words hit him like a physical blow. In his world, love was a liability, a weakness to be exploited. But here, in this moment, with your warm weight against him and your heart beating in sync with his, he realized that love could also be strength.

"I love you too," he replied, the words foreign but right on his tongue. And in that moment, Sukuna Ryomen—the feared yakuza leader, the man who had built his empire on blood and steel—surrendered completely to the gentle soul who had awakened his heart.

You both fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, two worlds colliding and merging into something new. Outside, the rain continued to fall, washing away the day's violence, while inside, finding shelter in each other's embrace.

For the first time in his life, Sukuna's dreams weren't filled with blood and shadows. Instead, he dreamed of soft smiles and gentle touches, of a future he never thought he could have. And when morning came, he would wake to find it wasn't a dream at all— you were still there, real and warm beside him, living proof that even in the darkest of lives, love could bloom.

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Sukuna woke to unfamiliar warmth and the soft glow of dawn filtering through sheer curtains. For a moment, he tensed—years of survival instincts kicking in—until he felt you shift against him, your breath soft against his chest. The events of the previous night flooded back, and something in him softened.

You looked angelic in the morning light, your hair spilled across his chest, her face peaceful in sleep. One of your small hands rested over his heart, as if even in sleep you were trying to protect it. The sight of you stirred something profound in him—a feeling of tenderness he'd never known he was capable of.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, and when you saw him watching you sleep, your lips curved into a sleepy smile that made his heart skip. "Good morning," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest.

"Morning," he replied, his voice rough with sleep. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine, making her shiver slightly.

You propped yourself up on an elbow to look at him properly, her hair cascading around them like a curtain as the blanket fell down revealing your bare chest. The morning light caught eyes, making them shine. "You stayed," you said softly, wondering in your voice.

"I'll always stay," he promised, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. The gesture was so tender, so unlike his usual self, that it surprised even him.

You leaned into his touch, then bent down to kiss him, slowly making your way on top of him. The kiss was soft at first, gentle with lingering sleep, but quickly deepened with growing passion. Your hands explored the planes of his chest while his tangled in your hair, pulling her closer.

Slowly grinding yourself on his hardened cock before pushing him inside you, making you throw your head back in pleasure. He finally grabbed your breast, twisting, and pulling at your hard nipples, as you let out a moan.

With heavy breathing, you rested your forehead against his as you continued to move your hips on his cock "I never want this morning to end," you admitted.

Sukuna rolled your gently so you was beneath him, protected within the cage of his arms. He looked down at her—this woman who had somehow managed to crack open his hardened heart—and felt overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings. As he starts, thrusting in and out of you to get to your high.

"Then let's stay here," he said, lowering his head to press soft kisses along her neck. You moaned like music to his ears. "The world can wait."

You spent the morning lost in gentle touches and tender kisses, learning each others bodies . Every sigh, every whispered word of love, every shared moment of intimacy felt like healing to Sukuna's battle-worn soul. You cummed together.

In his world of violence and power, gentleness had always been a foreign concept. But here, with you, he discovered that true strength could be found in the softest touches, the quietest moments, the most tender expressions of love.

Later, as you lay tangled in the sheets with his cum still inside you, you traced the tattoos on his chest while he played with your hair. The morning sun had climbed higher, but neither of you made any move to leave the peaceful sanctuary.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked, noticing his thoughtful expression.

Sukuna was quiet for a moment, considering. "About how different everything is with you," he finally answered. "How you make me want to be different."

You raised your head to look at him, your eyes serious. "I don't want you to be different. I just want you to be you—all of you, even the parts you think I shouldn't love."

Your words struck him deeply. In his world, love had always come with conditions, with expectations of change. But you loved him completely, darkness and all.

He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're dangerous," he murmured against your skin.

"Me?" You laughed softly. "I'm just a café worker."

"You're the most dangerous person I've ever met," he said seriously. "You make me vulnerable. You make me want things I never thought I could have."

You lifted your face to his, your eyes full of love. "Then have them," you whispered, before kissing him again.

In that moment, as the morning light painted your skin glowed and your hearts beat in sync, Sukuna realized that he had finally found something worth more than all the power in the world—he had found home.

And it was here, in your arms, that he would always return.

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YOUR FACE ⟡₊⋆∘ carl grimes x fem!reader

summary : with this weird dynamic between helping Carl smoke, tension-filled silence, and longing looks— maybe this time together might be where unspoken words aren't left unsaid.

word count : 4.9k

tags / rundown : fluff, slightly suggestive, smoking, awkward first kiss, confessions, kissing, inaccurate depiction of how smoking affects people, reader isn't good at feelings

a / n : This was in my drafts for such a long time oml! anyways the tile is based of the song "your face" by wisp, I just really liked the song with this :3 this isn't as long as my other fics but I hope you enjoy just as equally <3

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The smoke that fills Carl's lungs from your mouth gives him another familiar hazy feeling. It's been an unarguable routine from the two of you— whenever you guys get too overstimulated from the Alexandrian kids or just from the adults, you both go to the same clearing you guys met, sit down next to each other, Carl brings his comics to read and you bring your cigarettes.

And something that he'll always look forward to is you helping him smoke. The feeling of your hand holding his face, keeping him steady and blowing the puff you took into his mouth, him taking it in and breathing it out— all the while you both stare into each other's gaze. But as soon as he's done with the drag, you're eyes leave his— going back to your own devices.

your character had bemused him; how one second you both are sharing an intimate moment, holding him softly and with a fondness, and the next you're behaving like nothing had ever even happened.

Carl wanted to dispel that indifference you'd been feigning— that stoic face you'd been masquerading in and out of the walls. He desired to know what was behind all those barriers of distance you'd made to keep yourself safe. He wanted to know you. The real you.

"You know, I think you're ready to take off your training wheels and do it yourself, cowboy." If it wasn't already evident in the sluggish tone, you were relaxed from the amount of puffs you'd been doing already. Lifting your hand and pulling yourself away from him, he stops you by gripping your forearm. He had never done this before, and the unfamiliarity of it had startled you— but then registering his touch had your mind involuntary give you chills in your spine. It felt good, him holding you.

Carl didn't want you to pull away; he wanted to stay forever like this, with your face close and in his space. But he'd have to start saying it before he loses the chance.

"I think I'll need a few more practice runs." He stated boldly. Carl didn't really know what he was trying to say when he blurted that out. All he knew was that he wanted to keep your face close to his. He tilted his head and looked at your lips, before looking back to meet your startled gaze— but as quickly as it had shown on your face, you painted over a mask of nonchalance.

You let out a chuckle. Carl was always one to speak his mind about things, but he always seemed timid when approaching this. You like this side of him. With your free hand, you take another drag of the cigarette before putting in out. With his gaze studying you close, you blow the smoke in his face.

He definitely didn't expect that, because he let go of you forearm and waved his hands in front of his hands to get rid of the waft of smoke from his face. Despite all of this, he still managed to laugh at it.

"Maybe another time." You dismissed. You stand up and look down at him, clueless that he'd been left in the dust. "We gotta get back before they notice, remember?" You finish fixing yourself up before reaching out a hand at his still sat position.

". . ." Carl didn't know how to feel, he looks at the hand reaching out to him and back at you. ". . .Right." He finishes his contemplation and grabs your hand, getting support from you to stand up. He pats himself down to get rid of the dirt on his pants and flannel.

"I'll start walking back. Stay close, okay?" Your voice lets out a stable tone. Hesitant, he nods and goes back to tidy himself up and the comics strewn about on the grass. With that, you turn to the direction of Alexandria and start your walk.

With you figure walking away, Carl was left to drown in his own thoughts. He felt. . . dismayed? All you did was dismiss him but he felt like you threw his heart away doing it. He knew he shouldn't feel like this. He didn't have any right to, you guys weren't anything— You guys were just friends who helped the other smoke, but he didn't want just that. He wanted more. Carl looks back at your decreasing figure before finishing up and jogging to you, matching your pace and falling in step next to you.

He's gonna say something to you about it. He doesn't know when, but he will. He can't stand just being smoking buddies with you— he wants more.

"So. . . do you wanna tell me something you've been hiding from me?" Rick's voice cuts the silence of the dinner table, overpowering the clanking and screeching of utensils against the plates. Carl's movement of taking a spoon of his food slows with his gaze locking with his father's—but then, just as swiftly, he goes back to his normal act, breaking the eye contact.

"I don't know what you mean." He tries to act and put on an air of nonchalance, playing up an act and pretending nothing had happened—just like you do when you and him are in the forest clearing. Carl had never intended for you and him hanging out outside the walls a secret; however, with the fact that his father wanted the best for his son and still tries to show good towards him, he feels like Rick wouldn't be too happy if he found out his son was going outside the gates and smoking—maybe even worse when he finds out he's doing all of that for a girl.

". . ." Rick's eyes are trained on his son in contemplation quietly, watching every calculated movement his son does to see any tick of movement that would give him the assumption of nervousness. He already knew his son was hiding something—but he didn't take him as the type to lie about it; he just wanted to see if he'd tell him the truth.

"Sure then," Rick said. "If that's the case, I guess you wouldn't mind telling me about that girl you go on prancing around outside with?" And with the question alone, Carl stops his next move and fully becomes attentive.

How did his father know? He thought he was good at keeping up his face, but that inquiry from his father left his vocabulary in shambles.

"There's no—what? I don't know what you're—listen, whatever you're trying to say, I— . . . Okay, how did you find out?" Carl blurts out before he deadpans before dropping his utensils in defeat. He figured that trying to defend himself would make things worse, so he'd rather get straight to the point. He isn't going to get anything good out of dodging his dad's interrogation, but he needs to know how he knew first before he tells him.

"It was Tara's turn to keep watch in the tower," Carl should've known. With all the teasing looks he got from her whenever she talked about girls to him and how he would listen intently, he figured maybe Tara was just in a chipper mood these days, but he guessed he was wrong.

"She saw you and the other kid climb the back walls and walk away." His father finished. Carl didn't want to explain to his father why he did it; it'll just send him into a pit of shame. But he figures he'll have to cross that bridge when his father gets to it.

"Now I'm going to ask you this again, and don't lie to me," Rick leans back in his chair, a domineering aura surrounding him. You'd think he'd look all serious and stern—but with Judith squirming and cooing in his lap, it made him less authoritarian and more father-like.

"Do you wanna tell me something you've been hiding from me?" Rick's voice lowered, wanting an actual direct answer from Carl, not the 'I don't know what-you're-talking-about' bullshit he was spewing earlier.Carl didn't know what to say. If he was going to tell his father the truth, he'd have to open up to him about you. And that's hard enough on his own, but to his dad? He doesn't know how that'll go. But it's better now than never. So with a deep, defeated sigh—he starts.

"There's a girl I hang out with, just a few minutes outside the walls from here," Carl recalls the first time you'd met each other and how he told you how smoking was going to kill you. Oh, how much he laughs in his head at the thought of that, especially since he smokes with you now. With Carl finally confessing what Rick wanted him to say, his domineering stance softens, and he adjusts Judith on his lap—who was still moving around, now trying to grab his father's finger using her hands.

"We go to a clearing, and just talk there. She's—. . ." Carl's words pause. He was unsure what to call her; it would be weird calling her an acquaintance since they know each other more than that, and it would be even more peculiar to come out of his mouth calling her a friend—knowing what they've done together.

"She's something else." He finished. There wasn't a word that they could call what they were, and Carl couldn't think of one for the life of him. She really was something else.

"Well—I thank you for being honest with me that time," Rick adjusts himself to help Judith sit properly. "But I wanna know something else." He breathes softly through his nose, readying himself to ask.

"Why?" From the start, when the world fell to shit, Rick knew his son wouldn't be the same as he was before—his character would grow up to be more mature and stoic, having to leave the childlike nature he shortly had and take over this stone-faced disposition. He was forced to forget he was just a boy.

But, with the time that he'd been with that girl, Rick noticed Carl would be less tense, he'd laugh more, and he'd even let out a genuine smile without worry. Something that you had whenever you were with him had turned him back and made him experience what it felt like just to be a teenager. What it felt like to not be always vigilant, just relaxed and content.Carl was left speechless. Just like he couldn't think of what to call what you and him were, he didn't know why he was hanging out with you. Well, he did know; he just didn't want to say it. If he did, he'd have to acknowledge how all of your experiences with him in the forest were something more for him.

"I—I just, like her. She's good company." That was all Carl could say, before scooping another morsel of food and eating it. One confession mixed with another and a half-assed excuse. He knew his father was better to believe just that, but he also knew he wouldn't prod at him anymore.

Rick could read his son like a book. He knew that wasn't just the reason; that girl had done so much for him that Carl didn't even realize it, and he knew his son would think much more about what she was to him, but he knew Carl should let him figure it out himself—rather than condemning him for it. With a fatherly chuckle, he leans a little with the toddler in his arms to pat his son on the shoulder, letting a gentle squeeze.

"I bet she is. But tell her something before you do something stupid." That was all his father said before standing up and bringing Judith with him, walking up to the front door—presumably to sit on the porch with her. Carl seemed to notice that. With the amount of walls they were in, he saw his father felt safe enough to just enjoy the smallest of things, like how he'd just enjoy being with his daughter.

But after finishing his pondering about his father, his father's words rang in his head. 'Tell her something.' Should he? One side of his heart that still believed there was good in this world—how there is still hope in this—told him he should; he should tell her everything he wanted to let out—how entrancing her lips were when they were inches apart from his, how her presence alone could calm all the thundering thoughts pounding in his brain.

But the other side of his that was marred, cynical, and closed-off tells him he shouldn't; well, everything was going great for them, so why should he have the audacity to let himself ruin it? If he did something to shatter that with you, ruin the experiences you already had with him and in the future that you'd have with him just because he decided to do something he wasn't even sure if you'd reciprocate—he'd never forgive himself.

Carl was a mess, and he knew he was. All his thoughts were drowning in confusion just because your person was so enthralling. Your carefree personality and how you let him do the things he thought he could've never done—you were everything he wanted. He wanted you so badly.

But how would he tell you? You seemed so close, yet so distant. All those memories of being close with him and talking about the most nonsensical topics just for the sake of keeping the conversation going were layered on by the other set of events that follow—how after everything you've been through with him, you seemed to shut down—how you didn't allow yourself to get too comfortable with anyone, even him. How whenever you and him pause to get lost in each other's gaze, you flutter your eyes and pull away.

You looked afraid—you seemed to abhor letting people in, seeing who you were when you were vulnerable. Carl despised it. How it felt like you were close and far at the same time, all together. It was like you guys were at a standstill, and he wanted to stop the limbo your character put your relationship in. He needed an answer from you, even if it had the chance of breaking whatever you guys had with each other.

He dropped his fork. God damn it, with all the brainstorming in his mind about how to approach the thought of telling you, he had lost the appetite to eat. With a frustrated sigh, he picks up both his and his father's plates to put in the sink—going to wash it. He'll have to dwell on it later. Right now, he needs to distract himself from the mindless routine of washing the dishes—just to take his mind off it, off of you.

With the passing of the cigarette smoke, Carl looks back at your face. He wonders if he should listen to the wise words of his father and tell her the truth. But he's scared. He laughs at the thought; after all these years of living and surviving through this wretched apocalypse and off all things, the one thing he was most scared of was losing you. It was ridiculous to him; he's done heinous acts just to keep going in this cycle of life—yet he thinks that confessing what he felt to you would be the end of his world.

"What's wrong, you look?" You tilt your head in inquiry, visibly confused. Carl didn't even notice that you'd seen him staring at you, observing you like this would be the last time he'd ever see you.

"Sad. Or you could just be constipated with how concentrated you look."

Even with the amount of things he's been feeling about you and pondering the aftermath of what could happen if he told you—you still managed to make him let out a chuckle.

"I was thinking." Carl huffs a breath out. He was thinking, thinking of what you'd say. Without skipping a beat, you follow up on what he had said. "Thinking about what?"

As you ask, you take a drag of the lit stick of tobacco and gently grab his chin, just like you always did. No matter the repetitiveness, he'll always welcome that hazy feeling of you getting close.

But before you get to exchange the smoke in your mouth, he places his hand over yours that was holding him, looking at you with such a focus that could burn through your eyes. With his action, your movements halt from being startled, and you involuntarily let the puff in your mouth out slowly.

"This." Carl looked into your gaze. Just like the last time you were this close, you had pulled away. But you aren't sure if you'd like that. "I was thinking about you."

With the confession leaving the tip of his tongue, your face formed a light flush. Carl was always forward with you about things, but never this upfront about his feelings for you. Contrary to his belief, you know. You knew what he felt, ever since he had started to smoke with you.

Even though he was going through the same burden as you, he felt like he had to be there with you first. You hated it. You didn't hate Carl; you hated how you felt about it and how it felt with him. How you let the walls of your heart come down when it came to him, even after everything that you swore would never break. With a doubtful look slowly painting your face, you can't help but try to distance yourself from him.

"Oh. That's. . . interesting." With a heavy feeling, your vision goes to anywhere but his, finally breaking the chain of eye contact you'd been sharing in the blanket of silence. "I've been thinking too, about— stuff." You had muttered awkwardly, saying anything that comes out of your mind, just to fill the awkward silence.

"You think you can tell me?" Even with your eyes off him, you can still feel his perceptive gaze. Carl didn't want you to crawl back into that timid disposition you always had put up; he wanted you to open up to him—let him in that mind of yours.

"If I say it," you paused. "It's going to ruin everything." Your voice had barely let out the last sentence, your tone trembling. Your heart wanted to tell Carl everything—how your body felt flush whenever he did something to gauge a reaction from you, how you wanted his body near you—not just from helping him smoke—but more than that.

But would saying what you had wanted ruin the relationship that was one of the only highlights of surviving in this apocalypse? Will saying what you had dreamed of saying destroy what he had thought of you?

But with your self-doubt clouding your mind and making your body still, you had barely registered the warmth of Carl's hand on yours, holding it with such care you'd think of it more of an intimate gesture. With a gentle call of your name, he assures you.

"Hey, nothing you do will ruin—" Carl paused, unsure if he should state it as what they are. Friends? He isn't even sure at this point. "-will ruin us, okay? I won't get mad."

"I'm not expecting you to be mad," you counter. "I expect that you'll feel betrayed." You finished. If Carl didn't reciprocate what you felt, you were sure he'd be confused. Would he think that all you did with him was just an elaborate ruse to get him closer to you? You weren't certain, but you had an idea it would go down that route if he did.

"If you aren't sure how to tell me, then show me." Carl tilts his head, coyly lacing his time. Whenever he does those mannerisms, you always thought he looked cute. He didn't look like a stone-faced killer that was brought upon this apocalypse anymore, but just a teenager going through regular stuff, feeling normal things.

With that, you contemplate. You were irritated at yourself for not saying anything; it was as if your heart was in your mouth—disabling you from telling what you desired. But with a deep breath, you lean in close to Carl—his eyes going wide for a second, then adjusting to this newfound distance.

Carl knows he shouldn't be nervous; you've been in his vicinity close to him like this dozens of times. But with this unexplored feeling brewing in his stomach, he feels like he should be—because you were going to do something else.

"Don't—don't freak out, okay?" Your voice is so close to him, it makes his ears flush red. He's lucky he had long hair; he was sure you'd tease him for it if you had seen them.

The tension felt thick, just like all the times you had been close to his lips, mere centimeters away. Sometimes you wish that the times you were that close you'd just lean in and kiss him, but inevitably you always pull away.

And just like that, you realize that your embarrassment gets the better of you again. You pull away slowly; you think this is stupid. You shouldn't have done that. You turn away, one of your hands covering your face that was starting to burn up.

"I-uh, sorry, I think I should go back, yeah. I'm sorry—" Your face turned back to his. But before you could let out another apology, a pair of soft lips had met yours, your eyes fluttering shut.

Carl had kissed you. You had dreamt of what it felt like to kiss him. But now that it was actually happening, you felt so surreal. With a hesitant state, you tested the waters and kissed him back, a light push to see what it felt. His lips were chapped, understandable since chapstick didn't seem like a necessity in the apocalypse, but his lips felt gentle.

When you felt the absence of soft pressure on your lips, you fluttered your eyes at him. You were sure your cheeks were burning at this point; it was uncontrollable. Once you guys were at a normal sitting distance from one another, you finally piped up.

"That was, uh, good." Your voice barely above a whisper. Both your gazes found one another, and then, with heat creeping up your neck, you had looked away.

"Thank you, I guess...?" Confusion had still not left your tone. With this, you were also perplexed by your own words. What were you thankful for?

"Why are you thanking me?" Carl's voice didn't seem to miss a beat, going back to his playful self. You were thankful for this—how he could always help lighten your guys' mood even when it was awkward.

"I don't know, okay!" You let out a genuine laugh. "I've never had to think about what to say after. . . that." Your eyes met his. He seemed to have a glint in his eye, telling you all you needed to know that he was planning something mischievous.

"Well. . ."

"Yeah. . ."

This was one of the things that made you abhor having to actually commit to kissing him—the aftermath. What would become of you and Carl? Would it be just unbearably awkward, and you'd never have enough courage to look him in the face again? Or would it help express your blossoming feelings towards you and him?

"I've always liked you, y'know?" Carl speaks up first—his tone soft and careful, breaking the silence you both have been dreading. But with just a few words of confession, he seemed to melt through that weird tension that had permeated through the space between you.

"I know—or like I. . . knew, I guess?" Your voice comes out meek, nervous about what was still happening.

His face went slack—his face contorting to shock and embarrassment, with a noticeable flush of red rising up his ears.

"Wait wha-? How did you even-what. . .?!" His voice was getting higher, something you picked up on when he was getting nervous.

With a small giggle, you answer his question. "It doesn't take a detective to find out you like me, Carl. You were quite obvious." Your face grows a smirk, creating a playful atmosphere.

He looks away with another wave of shyness. This was disastrous. Was he really that obvious? "It couldn't have been that obvious." With a slow turn, he looks back at you. ". . .right?"

"Do you really think you were that slick? You looked." You paused, unsure whether to say what actually was on your mind. He looked in love, but you figured you shouldn't—it would be too fast.

". . . nevermind. It's just that eyes don't lie, Carl, and the way you look at me—it seems very telling." You end your sentence with a smile. With everything out of the bag, you felt light as a feather—with nothing left to hide from him.

"If you knew then, why did you stop?"

"What?" His question seemed vague, out of nowhere.

"Why didn't you kiss me?" Carl was sure you could tell his heartbeat going haywire, feeling the vibration of it beating up to the tips of his ears. He sounded so desperate, but he didn't care. All he wanted right now was an answer.

"Oh! Uh. . ." You didn't expect how much he looked like he was yearning, waiting for something, anything from you. Saying you were scared would be embarrassing, but with everything you and Carl already did, there didn't seem like anything else to do but go forward and be honest with him.

"It's a stupid reason," you say, looking up at him, with bashfulness filling your face.

Without skipping a beat, Carl's hand had already gone to yours to intertwine. He didn't seem to know it, but that simple gesture was already melting away that air of dread that was coercing you to not say it.

"If what you're going to say is stupid, then what does that make what we did?" His eye had a glint of wit that he always had when he wanted to cheer you up, encouraging you to go on.

With your free hand and the still-lit cigarette in hand, you take a long drag. It was funny to you how this small stick of nicotine used to be the only thing of happiness that helped you get through it—to go on and keep living. But now, the thing that was your hope and joy in this world was right next to you.

"A bad idea?" You finally answer his rhetorical question.

With a dry chuckle, he looks to you and just gazes. He never thought that you'd feel the same way, let alone reciprocate kissing him. He felt like the happiest he's ever been since coming to Alexandria.

"I felt," Your mouth opens to let out another word, but you shut it quickly. Taking a deep breath and looking at the sky. "Afraid and. . . guilty is what I'd put as how I felt about you, I guess."

"Why would you feel that way?"

"'Cause it's you!" You look back at him, incredulous, and your hands gesture to his whole character.

"You and me, we were cool, y'know? And we just hung out; everything was going fine, and I didn't want to ruin. . ." You then gestured to both of you. "This, I suppose."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. I told you it was stupid." You look back at the golden hour of the sky, then just slump. It felt freeing telling him that, but it also filled you with shyness. This whole situation just made you want to get eaten by walkers alive and just sink into the world.

"I don't think it's stupid." His free hand goes to fix the loose hair that fell to your face and tuck it to your ear. The fact that his hand was ever so close to your face had your skin burn up so fast you're sure he already sees your skin blushing.

"I think it's cute."

Your eyes went shocked, but then quickly roll your eyes at the cheesy reply.

"Oh, just shut it already." You both giggle and simply bask in the playful mood that was created.

"No, I'm c'mon seriously!"

"You being 'serious' isn't you laughing, Carl." You smile and laugh as you say your quip. With a smile on his face and a shake of his head, you continue your tyrant of laughter.

But your laughter had come to a halt when he had lifted his head and held both your wrists, and he had said your name. "I like you, okay? You're so good to me, and you're such a comfort to come to when I need solace, and I just. . ."

As if the tables had turned, now he was the one losing his words, them dying at his throat.

"I just need you; is that enough? Can I please be with you?"

"If I ever say no to that, I think I'd need a checkup from our clinic."

Your response went out as fast as he had asked, eager and happy that he had finally decided that he wanted to be with you.

"Yes, I mean." With a final look from one another just looking into each other's gaze full of love and admiration, you both take a shy push in and finally kiss again, something you think you'll never grow tired of. But Carl pulls away just a breath away from your lips, wanting to get one last word in that he knows you won't ever forget—before he goes back in for more.

"I'm never gonna let you go."

woowee!! it's been a hot minute since I've posted! sorry guys for all of the people that were waiting for me to post when I never did, right now I've been really into my academics and I'm elbow deep into like 4 pending submissions to pass next week lolol!!11 anyways sorry for the rambling, I hope you enjoyed reading! ✮⋆˙

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scorpioriesling · 3 days ago

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Hello! Do you think you're going to continue writing part 5 of " invisible strings" with eris? I really loved this series! Thank you

Invisible String - Part 5

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warning(s): Please be advised; this part might not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution.

Summary: You'd taken the nanny position for the royal family over a year ago, not expecting what would come of it or how close you'd grow to the child you cared for. Things became tough for Eris when his wife left him and his daughter, and he found it increasingly harder to raise Riley himself. He soon realizes, you've provided a lot more than the typical job description duties for his daughter... and maybe for him, too.

SR’s Note: My apologies, this took forever for me to finish writing for you all (I've had so much on my plate lately). This part IS SHORT, HOWEVER I'm literally already working on the next part and wanted to give you guys at least what I had done so you knew I was indeed working on it! Lol. I added in the advisory so that younger / uncomfortable readers won't read the series without knowing or expecting potential risks in content to come. For those who enjoy or look forward to content as such -- I hope you are excited! Nonetheless, I hope readers will enjoy this series that came to me in a dream one night. (; Much love to all.

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The Autumn Court experienced the changing seasons like any other in Prythian. Spring was still spring, there was still snow in the winter -- but, the current state of dreary, grayness that took over the sky and stretched beyond the court's borders was quite the contrast to a usual week in July.

Perhaps, it was a reflection of the inner turmoil seeded in those residing in the Forrest House.

"Y/N," Riley whines. "When will the sun come back?"

You sigh, wondering the same.

"I don't know Riles. I truly don't."

She huffs, her fingers reaching for her the mason jar sitting in the middle of the table. The wilting flower inside has lost the vibrant orange coloring on its petals from last week, now replaced with wilting brown ones.

"My flower is yucky with no sun on it." She frowns. You pat her head as she inspects the plant, your shoulders stiffening when you hear the front door open and close quietly.

"Daddyyyyy," Riley groans. "When is the sun coming out?" She trills, hopping off the dining room chair and making way for the front door. It seems she heard him come in too, as she makes her way toward the foyer.

The two of you had gone the entire week with as little communication as possible -- a whole lot of "yep"s and "mhm"s and nods and short debriefings. Since the whole closet incident from the week prior, you hadn't gotten the courage to talk with him again anyways; he'd been so cross with you, so irritated. Your cheeks heated at the thought, how embarassed you'd felt that night. The shame.

Honestly, the whole thing made you a bit angry.

You take a deep breath as footsteps approach, their hushed, mindless conversation drowned out by your own thoughts clouding your headspace. It's not until Eris is standing right in front of you that you come back to reality.

"Play tea party?"

You glance down, taking in the little one's innocent expression from down below. You give her a soft smile, looking to Eris quickly before returning her gaze.

"I'd be honored, dear -- would you go set it up? I'll come join you in a few minutes. Let me talk to your dad first." Riley nods, skipping down the hallway toward her bedroom. Eris looses a sigh, passing toward the kitchen island and leaning against it before looking to you again.

"So..." He says, folding his arms across his chest. You suck in a breath, prepared to hand it to him -- ask him what the Hell all that disrespect was for, what the deal is with the gowns, what was going on between the two of you, all of it.

But, your eyes catch on the wilting stem in the glass jar still sat on the table. You stall a moment, every angry thought in your head receeding like the tides when you consider what could be a more imortant topic of conversation in this very moment.

"So..." You begin, taking a step toward him. He watches you, his face expressionless, as you continue. "I... I've been thinking. Riley is, almost five, and... well, it is the last week of July..."

He simply nods, as though saying go on without saying it. You can't help but roll your eyes, stepping to stand right across from him in the space between the island and the kitchen counter.

"I think she should be enrolled in school."

His brow twitches at this, the most you've gotten from him all week. It's silent for longer than necessary, almost uncomfortable, so you start again.

"She's asking me things, Eris, that she needs a proper teacher for-"

"No."

You startle, blinking as his face returns to that look of emotionless stone.

"W-what?"

"I said no." He shrugs, staring you straight in the eye like it isn't negotiable.

"...Okay, well, I want you to hear me out." You say, trying to remain calm. "She wants to learn. She's inquisitive, and smart, and she-"

"I know she's smart." He cuts in. You huff, your brow furrowing.

"Eris, you're not even listening to me." You can't help the way your voice pitches, but his brows flatten into a straight line.

"I don't need to hear it, Y/N -- she has you. We can hire a teacher to come here if you want. But no, she isn't going to a public school where Gods know what could happen to her." He says, his low tone rising with each sentence.

You push off the counter, folding your arms across your chest. "She needs the social interaction with other kids her age, Eris. You can't keep her locked up in here-"

"I'm her father," he says angrily, leaning toward you. "I think I know, what she needs."

Once the words leave his mouth, his face softens as though he realizes what he's said and how he has acted. You stand still, your eyes wide as you stare up at him. Never has he acted so defensive, not even with the damned dresses -- but this, this was on a whole different level.

You watch as his expression changes from rage to pure worry, his concerned eyes searching yours in desperation. You can't help but look away, only glancing back when his fingers hesitantly reach for your arm.

"Y/N, I didn't mean-"

"Don't." You yank your shoulder back, sneering up at him. He drops his hand slowly, shaking his head as he fumbles for his words.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I-"

"You're damned right, you shouldn't have." You said, glaring up at him through your brows. The lump in your throat only grew as you began to feel bad, practically kicking him while he was indeed apologizing.

Maybe he deserved it... a little.

You turned on your heel, making way for Riley's room. He could make dinner tonight. After all -- maybe some pretend tea would do you good.

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"I need to leave at first light for another trip with the guard."

It'd been a few days since you'd had it out with Eris, and maybe it was good you did; he'd been much more present, insisting on cooking, proving more when he was home, and being more involved with not just his daughter but you as well when he was home in the evenings... well, as much as you'd let him be. You hadn't entirely forgiven him yet, all things considered, and the incident from a few weeks ago hadn't even been mentioned, so the relationship was, awkward. To say the least.

"How long this time." You said it as plainly as you could, trying to ignore the burn of the firepoker upon your heart at the thought of him leaving again. You wished it didn't hurt so bad, wished it didn't effect you so much each time.

"Only three days. A quick trip to Spring and back." He nods assuringly, setting his pack on the dining table and looking to you. Nodding, you awkwardly run your hand along your arm, feeling a bit exposed under his intense gaze. This late in the evening, you knew he didn't tell Riley he'd be leaving (per usual) -- so she'd wake up tomorrow with that lovely realization.

"Ok." You chew on your bottom lip, and Eris sighs, stepping toward you. He reaches for your hand, but sensing your hesitation, he retracts. A look of sadness crosses his face before his eyes meet yours.

"Those dresses... in the closet." He murmurs. "They were Selene's." His jaw tightens at the name, and you swear you stop breathing. This was not the conversation you planned to have tonight.

"She... her family, they pass them down for tradition." He continues. "On her way out, she didn't really care to take them; I mean, she took just about everything else, but." He huffs a humorless laugh, but continues when you don't say anything.

"Anyway... I kept them because." He sighs, his head dropping before looking to you again. "You're right, Y/N. Riley is a very smart girl. One day, she is going to ask about her birth mother, and, well."

He shrugs. "I'm not going to have anything to show or give her that was hers." His gaze drops.

"The only thing I had left was those silly dresses from her side of the family."

Your heart clenches as though you can feel every ounce of sorrow he is feeling in that moment. You reach out, your hand caressing his cheek softly before you can think.

"Eris, I... I had no idea, really, I'm sorry-"

"Please, Gods don't apologize." His hand covers yours, his fingers wrapping around yours as he holds it against his cheek. "I know how it looks, and how it must have looked when you happened upon it." He sighs, his other hand reaching for your waist.

"It didn't help that I handled the situation poorly, either." He admits, sorrowfully looking into your eyes. You gaze up at him, your mouth twisting to the side. "I can't take it back, but I truly hope you can understand how sorry I am Y/N."

You step closer, closing the gap between the two of you as he pulls you into a firm embrace. His hand runs through the strands of your hair, a gentle reminder that everything might, just might, be okay.

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"Y/N! Another!"

Riley holds out an identical bloom to the one previously in the mason jar to you th efollowing day, her earlier sadness at her father's departure replaced with temporary glee.

"Oh wow! Look -- this one is very vibrant." You wink at her, continuing on the path back to the Forest House.

"Vi...bran...t." She sounds out, examining the stem in her hand. She dumped out the dead flower pre-garden walk, and surely will now want to replace it.

As the two of you approach the front door, you stoop down to grab the few pieces of mail collated there. One envelope of deep mohogany with gold embossing catches your eye -- but, you follow the little girl inside nonetheless and push the door closed.

"We put this in the cup?" She asks, already making way for the sink to gather more water for her jar. You set down the paper pile, giving her all your undivided attention.

"Of course dear," you say, helping her to sit on the counter and fill her jar from the sink. She places the new flower in the glass, beaming at its brilliancy.

"Yay!" She squeals, her little feet kicking with delight. You help her off the edge, carefully transporting the jar to the table where it sat prior.

"We make sure this one has sun," she insists. "So it won't be ugly."

You chuckle, returning to the mail pile and plucking the envelope from the top. Your intrigue only grows when you see it is adressed to Eris, Riley and you.

You don't waste another moment in tearing it open.

Scanning the page, you feel a new kind of excitement -- a flutter of hope in your heart, a surge of excitement through your veins. Every nerve ending is electric within you as your true joy grows, the passionate feeling inside deeper than what you thought you could explain before. You felt, like truly, what you said meant something. Someone cared what you said, and you'd been heard.

"Riley?" You called. Her little footsteps bounded into the room, a look of interest on her face as she took you in and the paper between your fingers.

"Uh huh?"

You grinned, telling her the wonderful knews.

"Your daddy signed you up for school next month, sweetie."

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sxmmerberries · 2 days ago

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Ramen At 3 AM - kim gyuvin x reader

✦ genre: fluff

✦ pairing: kim gyuvin as your boyfriend

✦ word count: 803

✦ summary: your boyfriend, Gyuvin, wakes you up at 3 am to make him ramen.

You rolled your eyes as you felt a poke on your shoulder for the nth time. At any other time of the day, you'd be more than happy to give Gyuvin all your love and attention, but at 3 am in the morning, you wanted nothing more than to continue sleeping.

“If I feel another poke. I'll bite your fingers,” You threatened, turning around a bit to face him, and gave him a sleepy glare.

You turned back to your side of the bed, feeling the sleep come to you again when you felt another poke.

"Go back to sleep," You grumbled sleepily, brushing his hand off.

“But I am hungryyyyy,” He whines, shaking you a little much to your frustration.

"Hi, hungryyyyy. I am (Y/N), and I would like to sleep," Gyuvin gave you a side eye, clearly displeased at your little joke.

"Pleeeeeeeeease,” He continued begging.

"I am not making you ramen at 3 in the morning. Make it yourself!" You glared at him, rolling over to your side again to sleep.

“You’re gonna abandon your poor, hungry boyfriend and leave him all alone in his time of hunger and need?,” He says with a fake sad voice, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"My poor, hungry boyfriend can get up and make his own ramen instead of pestering me," You responded back, pulling the covers over your head.

“But it tastes so much better when you make it," He continues whining and wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

You paid no heed to his words as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep much to his disappointment.

Seeing you fall asleep, he continues to leave little kisses on your face and then stares at you with a small, disappointed pout on his face.

"People are so heartless nowadays," He grumbled as he gave you a side eye before laying back down to sleep.

Gyuvin tried his hardest to go back to sleep, but he couldn't ignore the grumbles from his stomach and the images of hot ramen with topping whenever he closed his eyes.

He gave you one last look before sighing and deciding to make it himself. He tries to get out of the room as quietly as he can to avoid waking you up when he accidentally knocks over a glass of water on the bedside table.

He froze on his way out as he watched you stirring awake and sitting up on the bed.

"Gyuvin? What happened?,"You glanced at the broken glass shards and then at him before finally understanding what happened.

"I am sorry. You can go back to bed," He gave you a sheepish smile and walked over to your side of the bed, wanting to tuck you back in.

You surprised him by getting up from the bed and grabbing his hand as you walked out of the bedroom door.

I'll make you your ramen," You sighed as you made your way to the kitchen. Gyuvin looked at you with wide eyes before cheering in happiness, grabbing the packet of ramen that he wanted to eat.

He holds back a small laugh as he hears you scoff at him before he stops his shenanigans and just watches you make the ramen.

“Can I get an egg with it too?," He asks with a pleading smile and puppy eyes as he rests his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind.

"Of course, you can," You chuckled slightly at his childlike demeanor.

“You’re the best," He says, placing a kiss on your cheek.

A few minutes later, the ramen is done and he excitedly takes it to the table, quickly putting the egg and toppings in.

He then looks up at you with a wide smile before patting the seat next to him. You plopped down on the chair beside him, watching him dig into the ramen you made happily.

“This is the best thing ever,” He complimented as he savoured each bite.

"I never knew ramen could make someone happy," You rested your head in your hand, watching him eat.

"I think being with the person who made it makes me happier than the ramen itself," He grinned as he offered you a bite which you ate before grabbing the utensils from his hand and swirling a huge bite of noodles.

He closed his eyes, expecting you to feed him. He looked at you with disappointment as he watched you eat it yourself.

“My ramen!"Gyuvin protested, pulling the bowl closer to him to shield it away from you.

“I made it!”

"I am telling your mom that you ate my ramen!"

"I am telling your mom that her son woke me up at 3 to make him ramen and then won't let me eat!

"You wouldn't!" He gasped at your words.

"I would," You gave him an evil smile before reaching for his ramen again.

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capquinn · 3 days ago

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the world needs more dad!quinn

please please please whatever your thoughts are

how about quinny being a nervous wreck about telling his daughter that there’s another baby on the way?

You were pregnant, and it was beautiful and thrilling, but you both felt a hint of apprehension too — an undercurrent of worry neither of you wanted to admit out loud. The idea of sharing the news with your daughter, your first little love, brought out a nervousness you hadn’t expected. You and Quinn had been carrying the news gently, holding it like something fragile, not ready to break the quiet, precious bubble that was the life you’d built with her.

You’d spent nights together whispering about it, wondering if she’d understand. She was only little, after all, and hadn’t ever asked about a sibling or shown any real curiosity about what it meant to share her world. In her own quiet way, she seemed perfectly content being the center of yours, completely secure in her little life where it was just the three of you. The last thing you wanted was for her to feel overlooked or, even worse, like she was being edged out of her place in the family.

Quinn felt it too. In the quiet hours of the night, he’d lie awake beside you, tracing absent-minded circles on your hand, his brow furrowed, eyes distant with worry. The thought of your daughter, his whole world, feeling even a hint of neglect made him feel almost dizzy. She’d been the center of his life from the moment she was born, the one who turned him from simply Quinn into dad, and now, he couldn’t bear the idea of her ever feeling anything less than cherished.

One night, his voice barely a murmur in the dark, he confessed, “What if she thinks we’re going to love her less?”

You reached out, brushing a hand through his hair, reassuring him softly, though you shared the same unease. He tried to shake it, telling himself she’d feel just as adored, that nothing would change, but the worry still lingered. She was his little Bug, the one he’d stayed up with through endless nights of colic, the one whose first steps he’d recorded with misty eyes. To him, the thought of her feeling anything less than completely cherished was unthinkable.

So every time you had started to tell her, a little voice would hold you back, and you’d both decide, without really saying it, to let it wait.

But then, on a soft Saturday morning, with the three of you cuddled on the couch, her hand found its way to your belly. It was unintentional, or at least, it seemed that way, her small fingers spread gently across your stomach as if she could feel the life growing there, instinctively protective. Quinn noticed it first, his eyes widening slightly as he gave you a nudge, nodding down. You glanced down, heart skipping a beat at the sight, her touch resting over your belly with a gentle certainty, like maybe she knew all along.

It was a sign, one you both took as the moment you’d been waiting for. And as you looked at her, so small and so perfectly at ease, you knew it was time.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you say, voice soft, “can we tell you a little secret?”

She glances up at you, her big eyes wide and calm, curiosity glimmering beneath the sleepy contentment on her face. You can feel Quinn shift closer beside you, his hand squeezing yours in a quiet show of support.

But when you open your mouth, the words won’t come, and there’s a moment of quiet where she’s looking at you, waiting, her gaze expectant and patient. You glance at Quinn, feeling that hesitation rise up again, but he gives you a gentle nod. And then, in his own way, he steps in.

“C’mere, Bug,” he murmurs, reaching over to beckon her closer, patting his lap.

She crawls over to him, and with his help, she settles against his chest, her small head resting over his heart. He wraps his arms around her, one hand rubbing her back, as he leans in close, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur, like he’s letting her in on a secret meant only for the three of you.

“You know how it’s always been you, mommy, and me?” he starts, his tone soft, almost hesitant, and she nods, still wide-eyed and listening. He smiles, glancing at you for reassurance before he continues. “Well… pretty soon, you’re going to have a baby brother or sister to play with.”

She blinks, taking it in, her gaze flicking to your belly for a second as if she’s trying to make sense of it. Then, she looks back at Quinn.

“A baby?” she whispers, voice thick with sleep, and you both nod, watching her with your hearts on edge, waiting.

For a moment, she’s silent, her face thoughtful and serious, and you feel Quinn’s hand tighten around yours, his own anxiety palpable.

But then she just gives a small nod, and in a soft voice, says, “okay.”

It’s the quietest reaction, but it’s enough to make the tension release between you and Quinn. He presses a kiss to her forehead, a small sigh of relief escaping him, but you can see he’s still holding back, waiting for more.

At breakfast, though, her thoughts start to spill out in bursts between bites of toast and fruit.

“Where is the baby going to sleep?” she asks, her little brows furrowing as she looks between you and Quinn, her tone unexpectedly serious.

There’s something in her voice — concern, perhaps — that makes it sound like she’s the responsible parent, the one overseeing this whole arrangement, questioning two teenagers caught in a situation they hadn’t fully thought through. Her question hangs in the air, blunt and practical, with just a hint of wariness that catches you both a little off-guard.

Quinn bites back a laugh, glancing at you, and then clears his throat to compose himself. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“Well,” he says gently, trying to match her level of seriousness, “for a while, the baby will sleep in our room. You know, just like you did when you were little.”

She seems to mull that over, a little frown still creasing her forehead, but she nods.

As breakfast continues, her questions come out one by one, and each answer seems to ease her, little by little, until you see that small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

By the end of breakfast, she’s trailing behind Quinn as he tidies up, her little fingers catching on his sleeve, tugging gently. When he glances down, she’s looking up at him with those wide, steady eyes, and there’s a question there that makes his heart catch.

“Can I help with the baby?” she asks, her voice small but sure, and the hesitation you’d both been so afraid of is nowhere to be found. It’s replaced with something that melts every worry in an instant — a gentle curiosity, tinged with a spark of excitement that mirrors your own, like she’s beginning to imagine this new chapter with a mix of wonder and eagerness.

Quinn’s eyes soften, and a wave of quiet relief sweeps over him as he meets your gaze across the kitchen. The tension in his shoulders melts, replaced with a pride that pounds in his chest. Without a second thought, he scoops her up into his arms, holding her close, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Of course you can, Bug,” he murmurs, voice thick with warmth. “You’re going to be the best big sister.”

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elilelibeli · 17 hours ago

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Sirius Black discovers magic of a good dress:

“Sirius hurry up” Remus was begging at this point with no success. Sirius was nowhere near ready, or quite frankly even near begging to get ready. He always took long showers, but since he was dreading to go tonight he took his extra time.

“Perfection takes time Moony” Sirius chirped while he helped Remus tie a bowtie. His hands slipped from his neck trailing down slowly.

“Sirius, stop it, it will not work on me right now. We have cancelled three times already, we are going tonight. Please just get dressed, you know I hate to be late.”

“But Moony please It’s such a horrid weather, it’s perfect for staying in, look the bed’s practically calling your name” Sirius purred, draped on their bed, softly patting his hand as an invitation to Remus.

“Oh you are being so bratty right now.” Remus murmured to himself, “You know I would rather stay in too but we can’t reschedule again. We go tonight and it will be over.” Remus pulled Sirius’s arm gently to get him off the bed. “You have 15 minutes.” he shook his head while watching Sirius glaring at him stubbornly. “Come on don’t be a princess” Remus said as he was leaving the room.

Sirius, still half naked stomped to his closet. “Uu Sirius be responsible, don’t be a brat, stop being difficult, blablabla” he was mumbling to himself laced with annoyance as he was scanning his closet to choose something to wear. Suddenly he smirked as if he saw the target he had been long searching for, he quietly chuckled “I’ll show you a princess”

It took Remus to call Sirius the third time for him to finally descend from their bedroom.

Remus’s reaction looked almost animated, as if he had come to a halt. Sirius smirked secretly, as he casually walked to get his boots and a leather jacket from the doorway closet. He did expect a reaction, a surprise, a mild shock even, after all he was wearing a dress, a beautiful dark red dress.

“Come on Moony, we’ll be late” Sirius said sweetly as if he didn’t just manage to break Remus.

“Oh sorry, yes coming, grab the keys will you?” Remus, as if someone had restarted his system suddenly came back to action. Sirius could smell the awkwardness surrounding him.

Sirius was happy, his revenge plan was working perfectly. If he was forced to attend by Remus, he would make him feel awkward and embarrassed with dressing up in a dress. He was suffering, so Remus would have to suffer, it was only fare.

“Is this new?” Remus coughed awkwardly when they got into the cab.

“It’s Mary’s she asked me to grab her dry cleaners the other day” Sirius said casually. “I don’t think she would mind tho.”

“No, don’t think she would” Remus agreed quietly, looking away in the mirror.

They didn’t talk much after, giving Sirius time to think and that was never a good thing, because the outcome was either massive menacing or massive overthinking and how this thought train was going, the spiral was coming his way.

Suddenly he felt stupid. He was such a hothead, just wanting to embarrass his sweet, nice Remus. They were going to go to public and he was sure he would get looks, those weird, sinister looks. Yeah, just like clockwork, he was spiraling.

The taxi stopped, Remus getting off to open the door for Sirius

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Remus asked.

Of course he immediately noticed distress on Sirius’s face, he always knew.

“Sorry..” Sirius mumbled scrunching the fabric of his dress with his nervous hands.

“What for?” Remus asked genuinely confused.

“The dress” Sirius was staring at his feet, “I was so annoyed at you for making me come and I wanted you to suffer like I would be tonight, I saw the dress and I thought I’d wear it to embarrass you, you called me a princess so I thought I’d show up dressed like one to get on your nerves”

“Embarrassed?” Remus looked even more confused somehow, “Why would I ever be embarrassed because of you?, do you think i’d be embarrassed to walk around with you in a dress?” He looked at Sirius.

Sirius was still staring at the ground. “I just didn’t think this through you know.. I just thought..”

“Sirius look at me” Remus said firmly, waiting to look Sirius in his eyes. “Do you like wearing this dress?”

Sirius gazed at the boy, he didn’t really think about how he felt. First, it was just a stupid revenge plan, which quickly turned into an overthinking spiral so in between that he didn’t really have time to think how the dress made him feel.

If he was honest, he did like how he looked, and he felt quite powerful in his dress. The dark red looked really good with his complexion, the shape of the dress complemented his physique perfectly and it went so well with his leather jacket and doc martens. He felt quite good.

“Um.. I think so?” Sirius hesitated “I quite like the color” he mumbled.

“You are right. This color is amazing on you, you look absolutely beautiful sweetheart” Remus smiled at Sirius.

Well Sirius was wearing a dress which apparently made him absolutely beautiful and he was also about to cry.

Remus chuckled, probably noticing Sirius’s my eyes are about to be filled with tears look, “Let’s go inside, yeah?” Sirius could only nod.

The pair made their way to the entrance, Remus’s hand on Sirius’s back. Remus smiling at him, checking in one last time, as they went in.

Sirius was wearing a dress and Remus was next to him holding on like he wanted to show off to everyone that he was here with Sirius, like Sirius belonged in his arms, next to him, like he had won a prize.

Sirius’s plan had failed so miserably.

“I thought I made you upset when you saw me at first, I thought you’d be scared or embarrassed to go with me like this” Sirius said to Remus once they found a moment to each other again.

“What? No..” Remus started to explain himself.

“No worries Moony, it was quite funny you just stopped working there for a sec and you were so awkward all the way here”

“Yes cause I was stunned to see you, you quite literally took my breath away as you walked past me and you did it so casually like it didn’t take all my self control not to jump you right there and then in the hallway” Remus rumbled, pink blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“Oh you really like the dress, don’t you?” Sirius teased, every little bit of insecurity and doubt leaving his body. He felt so powerful at that moment.

“Oh you have no idea” breathed out Remus, “Although, I am planning to show just how much and even though your plan failed tonight, mine will work out so very perfectly” he winked and walked away leaving Sirius with a dumbfounded look and blush the same shade as his dress coloring his cheeks.

#wolfstar #I missed them #the way I love writing these silly things about them is so funny #they discovered a lot of things about each other that dayhuh?#remus’s plan worked out perfectly btw they fucked so much that night #Sirius looked so hot #I have the exact outfit in my head trust me it is absolutely beautiful #Sirius black is a princess!#also like do I have some kind of thing with red dresses?#cause I did do a whole thing with Marylily #Sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #marauders #dead gay wizards

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aventurineswife · 2 days ago

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Could I request Aventurine with a s/o that gives weird names to her pets? Calling one of her cats Clawdia, her rabbit Foofoo, etc.

Odds and Affection

Summary: Aventurine is charmed and amused by his partner’s unconventional names for her pets, like Clawdia the cat and Foofoo the rabbit. Despite his initial skepticism, Aventurine finds himself endeared by her whimsical personality, which brings a lighthearted warmth to his life.

Tags: Aventurine x Female!Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Playful Banter, Domestic Bliss, Pet Shenanigans, Lighthearted Moments, Mutual Affection.

Aventurine had always been the epitome of sophistication. His charm and presence were magnetic, and he knew it. A man who lived for the thrill of a gamble, he often sought out high-stakes situations where only the most calculated moves would lead to a reward. However, there was one thing that consistently threw him off balance — his partner’s odd penchant for naming pets.

It was a typical evening, with the warm, dim glow of the lanterns flickering in the cozy living room. Aventurine, dressed in his signature attire, reclined on the sofa, his long fingers lightly tapping against the armrest. He was lost in thought, his eyes gazing out the window, watching the city’s lights twinkle below.

You, on the other hand, were lounging on the floor, your focus on the small army of creatures that had taken over your shared space. The small cat, Clawdia, was playfully swatting at a dangling ribbon, while Foofoo, the rabbit, hopped around with an eager energy, its fur bouncing as it made its way through the room.

“Clawdia, don’t claw the rug, darling,” you said absently, your attention never wavering from the playful creatures. “Foofoo, no eating the plants again. I’ll never get them back from you.”

Aventurine’s lips quirked into a half-smile as he watched the scene unfold before him. His gaze flickered between the pets and you, his heart swelling with affection, though he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You know,” he said with a bemused tone, “Clawdia and Foofoo aren’t exactly… conventional names for pets, are they?”

You looked up from the floor, an innocent grin spreading across your face. “What? You don’t like them? I think they suit them perfectly.”

Aventurine’s lips twitched. “Clawdia, really? And Foofoo?” He leaned back, his arms resting comfortably behind his head. “Are we to assume their personalities match their names?”

You leaned over to scratch Clawdia behind the ears as the cat purred happily, then you gave Foofoo a gentle pat on the head as the rabbit hopped toward you. “Well, Clawdia’s a bit dramatic, always getting into things. And Foofoo,” you paused dramatically, “is just so fluffy and cute. I think it suits her bubbly personality.”

Aventurine raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but still intrigued. “And what about the others?”

You giggled, sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Oh, you know there’s Sprinkles, the hamster. She has a thing for… snacks. And then there’s Mr. Pickles, my turtle — I’m sure he’s plotting world domination in his shell.”

Aventurine’s eyes softened with affection as you continued to list the eccentric names, his previous skepticism giving way to an endearing warmth. "I see... so it's not just their names that are unconventional, but their very essence."

He chuckled quietly, running a hand through his hair. "It seems they’re in good hands, though. You bring a certain… whimsy to them."

You smiled brightly, holding Foofoo up to his eye level. "Just like I bring whimsy to you?"

Aventurine leaned forward, his hand lightly brushing against your cheek, his eyes glinting mischievously. “You have a way of making everything around you more... interesting.” His gaze shifted to the animals. “Though, I admit, I never thought I'd find myself so charmed by a rabbit named Foofoo and a cat named Clawdia.”

You leaned into his touch, your voice softening as you gazed at him with a tender expression. “I’m glad you like them… and me.”

Aventurine smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "I love both," he said smoothly. "But don’t think that means you can start calling me something silly."

You narrowed your eyes teasingly. “Oh, but what if I did? Would you mind being called… Mr. Adventurepants?”

Aventurine’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, a slight laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head. “Mr. Adventurepants, huh? Well, if you insist…”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Then you’d better be prepared for a whole new world of nicknames, my dear. You know how I am with high-stakes wagers.”

You raised an eyebrow, the playful challenge in his tone not lost on you. "I’m ready for whatever you throw at me, Aventurine. You know I always take risks."

He smiled, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze. “Well then, let’s see if you’re as daring as your pets’ names. Perhaps you can live up to the game of life... just like Clawdia and Foofoo.”

You laughed, your heart light as you gazed up at him, the comfort of being in each other’s company warming the room. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Aventurine.”

With a soft chuckle, Aventurine leaned in for a kiss, the playful and whimsical nature of your relationship sealing the moment. Life, as always, was a game — but with you, it was one he was more than willing to play.

#honkai star rail #hsr #x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #hsr aventurine x reader #fluff #established relationship #playful banter #domestic bliss #pet shenanigans #lighthearted moments #mutual affection

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rinawantstosleep · 24 hours ago

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"Hot stuff!" Megumi giggles, the palm of one tiny, lather-covered hand pressing against the tip of your nose. The little one has recently been learning to speak, and, consequently, he's been picking up on the words said around him in the house. Most of those words come from Toji, who unabashedly calls you all sorts of pet names under the belief that Megumi's far too young to understand the context behind them. Apparently, he was wrong. But, really, he should've known better than to go around calling you 'hot stuff' in front of someone so tiny and impressionable.

"What did you call me, baby?" You have to ask, a lilt of an amused laugh in your voice. Your eyes flicker momentarily over to Toji, who's leant against the doorframe of the bathroom, lips pursed in an attempt to prevent himself from howling out in laughter. He gives you a teasing shrug, one that's so lazy and effortless. 'Oops. My bad,' it says - even if he secretly finds this hilarious.

Megumi squirms around in the bath for a few seconds, grabs two handfuls of suds, and then pats them onto your bare shoulders, trying to dress you up. Eventually, when the bubbles just end up cascading off of your wet skin, he lets out a small huff, bottom lip trembling and jutting out before he wraps his arms around your shoulders and snuggles up to you in the bathtub.

"Hot stuff. Papa call you that." It's a small, adorable little mumble. Judging from the way you keep smiling, Megumi assumes he's said something right. Even his papa is now laughing. That must be a good thing, right? So, Megumi erupts into another fit of giggles, now pulling back and letting his little hands mess up your shampooed hair. Bath-times with his mama are the best!

"Does he, now?"

Megumi nods his little head. He does! He can even name all the times he's heard Toji call you that name. It'd be too much to count one by one on his little fingers, but he knows there have been a lot of instances. There was that one time in the kitchen when you were feeding Megumi his breakfast. Toji had come up right behind you, one hand pressed firm against your belly and the other resting against Megumi's high-chair. 'You won't spoon-feed me breakfast, too, hot stuff?' To which you'd laughed and turned back to give Toji a little peck on his cheek.

Or, or! Megumi even recounts the time the three of you were cuddled up on the couch for movie-night. He'd been sitting on his papa's lap, just like he mostly prefers to, and eating the popcorn out of his little bowl. 'Pass me a napkin, would you, hot stuff? Baby's gonna get popcorn grease all over the couch at this rate.'

While cooking dinner together, while snuggling in bed together, while out in the garden picking little flowers to decorate the small vase on the dining table with. All of these times, Megumi's heard some form of endearment slip past Toji's lips - voice so absolutely smitten as his hands latch onto you.

"Papa call you that all the time. Why?" His head tilts in confusion. As far as the three-year-old knows, you're mama. Your name's mama! He doesn't know why his papa would call you anything but.

You have to stifle a laugh, cooing at his innocence. Even Toji can't resist the sight, and he's come up to the two of you, kneeling down next to the bathtub and combing a hand through Megumi's soaked, green apple-scented, shampooed locks. "Well, I love your mama too much, and that's how I show it."

That seems to be enough of an answer for Megumi. He loves you lots, too. So, the fact that his papa does things for you because he loves you is a concept well-grasped by the little one. Even Megumi does a plethora of things for you out of love. Drawing little doodles of you to hang up on the fridge is just one example of that. "Oh. But I love mama more."

That earns him a little ruffle of his hair from Toji, making the little one squeal out in glee as he kicks his feet around in the water. "Of course you do. You're her little sweetheart, aren't you? But don't go around calling mama 'hot stuff' again, okay? That's only for me to do."

Megumi looks at you, almost like he needs confirmation from you that only his papa is allowed to call you that. Obviously, he's a well-behaved kid and knows to listen to what his parents tell him to do, but when the two of you are present, he needs the dual assurance.

"That's right, baby. Only papa can call me... that."

"I not allowed to?"

"No, baby. You're not."

Megumi pouts for a few seconds, hating that he's been left out of this fun little name-calling thing that his papa is allowed to do. However, all of that completely erases itself from his mind as soon as he feels a hand playfully sloshing the tub of water he's in, creating even more bubbles.

"Ah, papa! No do! You make a mess! And mama hafta clean it!"

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#megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #babygumi #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #fluff #family #domestic fluff #you as mamaguro

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venerawrites · 3 days ago

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good morning/evening! first time requesting kinda nervous/hj LMAO

I wanted to know if I could get headcanons for Sasuke, Neji and Kakashi when they find the person they're in love with (but not in a relationship with yet) crying and how they'd react/comfort them and stuff!

author's note: hi, lovely anon! I love your idea for headcanons and I realized how crazy it is that I never wrote any of the characters' reactions to their s/o crying, despite having written so many stuff for them already 😭 I really hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting! <3

➤ Sasuke

How to say this delicately...

He SUCKS at comforting!

Given his stoic and reserved nature and the fact that growing up he was either a) by himself; or b) surrounded by criminals, the only crying he had to deal with before was the one of his fangirls and he NEVER really cared to comfort them.

So when he saw his s/o crying for the first time it was both awkward and stressful for him.

What was he supposed to say? He didn't want to pressure his s/o to talk about things if you were not yet ready to do so, but at the same time he was dying to know what or WHO made them cry (so he can take care of the problem ASAP!).

He is also not sure what is appropriate? A hug? Holding their hand?

He would probably reluctantly pat their back a few times if his s/o decide to hug him, before removing his hand and just keep it in his lap.

Great listener - his s/o can ramble on and on, and on, and on and he will sit there and listen to EVERY SINGLE word coming out of their mouth.

Not great at giving any advice tho - he would probably just reply with "hm" or "don't be sad".

It's so bad I want to give him a zero, but that is not possible so I give him a 1. (1/10)

➤ Neji

Not that different from Sasuke tbh, but still SIGNIFICANTLY better.

Raised with the idea of having to be stoic and keep his emotions in check, he was never good with his own feelings, let alone those of the people around him.

On top of that the only person he has actually seen crying is Rock Lee, but then again he is often crying, so Neji never actually bothered to comfort him or even ask what is wrong.

Seeing his s/o crying, however, was a completely different experience and he went through a few different stages.

The first one was panic. What was wrong? Why are they crying? Did somebody hurt them?

He would not shy away from asking questions and try to get more information about what or who had upset them.

The second stage is annoyance. If it was a person that caused his s/o to be upset, he would definitely make sure to have a word with them later!

The final stage is gentleness. Neji is a very gentle man, despite his reserve attitude. He would probably not get very physical (unless his s/o is the one initiating the contact), but he will sit close to them and provide a shoulder for them to cry on.

The type of man to give his s/o a philosophical advice and tell them that things "will be alright, because fate always have its own plans".

4.5/10 overall. He is not naturally gifted at comforting, but he still tries hard.

➤ Kakashi

King of Empathy; Emperor of Great Life Advices and the Knight in Shining armour that everyone needs <3

Just kidding... but still, Kakashi is actually great when it comes to comforting his s/o!

First of all, he is a great listener and also knows how to delicate question them without pressuring them or making them uncomfortable.

He would hold his s/o in his arms and let them cry away their feelings without making them initiate the contact first. He would just do what feels right in the moment (which is to hold his s/o close and protect them from the world!).

Gives great advices! In fact, he would know exactly what to say so his s/o realises that they are not alone and they can always rely on him.

Honestly, I think his reaction and next actions would heavily depend on how upset his s/o actually is.

If it is about something minor, he would try to crack a few jokes till he sees a small smile playing on their lips. He would then go: "Here we go! I knew you had it in you to smile. Now let's go and grab some lunch, hm? My treat."

If it something serious, he will just hold them in his arms and encourage them to let out all of their fears, tears and frustration. He doesn't mind spending the whole night comforting them and would make sure to bring them home safe after they fall asleep in his arms.

Would probably give his s/o a gift a few days or weeks later just to make them a little bit happier.

100/10 (but are we even surprised, when everything about Kakashi is 100/10?!)

cc artwork: John Dunham

#sasuke x reader #neji x reader #kakashi x reader #sasuke imagine #sasuke headcanons #neji imagine #neji headcanons #kakashi imagine #kakashi headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #naruto requests

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foreverlittlesoshi · 10 hours ago

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just wanna break you down

sub! noah x dom! reader

content warnings: smut and oral (m. receiving)

word count - 936

MINORS DNI 18+

fingers pressing into his jaw as you bring his face closer to yours, his eyes are already so dazed with pleasure and his mind is blank though he wants to say something.

“is there something that you want?” he just whines at your question.

“awww, my poor baby.” the false sympathy in your voice causes his cock to throb and you couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. “don’t go dumb on me just yet, noah.”

he doesn’t have time to grasp another thought as you pucker your lips then spit into his mouth and release his jaw, but you give his cheek a pat before moving away. he quickly snaps his mouth shut as he swallows your spit, the sweetness of it makes his fall back and you tug on his hair to keep him grounded.

“please, do something. anything.” you don’t respond to his begging with words, you simply just curl your hand around his throat and press lightly. the sight of his eyes rolling back made you smirk, he couldn’t control himself as he grinds his hips into yours and you tighten your grips which causes him to let out a whimper and covers his face.

“oh no, baby. don’t cover that beautiful face of yours.” you tell him as you let go of his neck, causing him to almost choke on air and you rubbed your thumb on his cheek to help him calm down a bit. he lets out another whine as he feels you move your body lower. peppering kisses along his ink covered torso until you reach his waistband, he wrapped up in that feeling that he didn’t expect you to rip his joggers and boxers down so quickly. his cock slapping against his abdomen heavily, drops of precum already covering the tip and leaving white translucent dots on him.

“i know i always say this but you’re so big noah.” you tell him as you stare at it.

noah appreciated the compliment, he always did but that’s the last thing he wanted right now. he needed you to touch him before he came on himself. he knew you had control over him but he didn’t know it was this much control to the point where he was on the verge of tears as you begin to lightly drag your nails up his thighs.

“such a good boy for me.” noah couldn’t stop the moan from leaving his mouth at the pet name and that caused you to chuckle. he felt like he was finally on cloud 9 as you wrapped your hand around his cock. the feeling of your soft hand pumping him made him moan loudly. his brain finally short circuiting as you put the tip inside your mouth, your tongue teasing his slit and swirling around the tip.

he let out a hiss as he felt you go deeper, hollowing your cheeks and jerking off the rest that couldn’t fit in your mouth. drool pooling out the sides of your mouth, choking slightly as you take him deeper and he groans as he feels your throat tighten. you pulled off him just to let out a few coughs.

“no, please keep going.” he begs you and you giggled at him, he looked so pathetic and cute.

“don’t worry, pretty boy. i am but keep begging because you sound so pretty.” you kissed the tip as he whimpered and rubbed the precum around him.

“fuck, please.” you swore you saw a tear escape his eye. “please, i need you so badly. i need to cum, please. fuck please.”

“well, since you asked so nicely.” you coo at him then take him back into your mouth, as far as you could and swallow around him. the sounds he let out were so heavenly and he looked so beautiful, head tilted back with his brows furrowed as his face was flushed pink with his mouth slightly open letting out the cutest sounds you didn’t think was possible from noah. you pulled away for just a moment to give his cock one long lick which caused him to cry out for you.

“fuck, baby. please keep going, i’m so fucking close.” he whines as his body shivers, his hands grip the sheets but you untangle them from the tight grasp.

“i know, you’ve been such a good boy for me and you’ll get to cum soon.” you inform him as you lace your fingers through his. “hold my hand, baby.”

he didn’t let go as you began to sucking at the tip again, feeling his cock twitch and you smiled slightly. tonguing at his slit, he couldn’t help but cum and let out a loud grunt. he tasted sweet with a hint of saltiness but you didn’t mind as you swallowed.

you sat on your knees hovering over him though you noticed a few drops of cum on his stomach and you couldn’t help but drag your finger to gather it and he opened his eyes at the feeling of you touching him again. he thought he was about to cum again as he saw you suck his cum off your finger and hummed at the taste. sticking your tongue out to show him none of it was wasted which he smiled softly at.

“you did so well for me, my love.” you tell him as you cupped his face and kissed him, gently since he’s so spent.

“i love you so fuckin much, we gotta do this again.” he says softly which surprised you.

“oh, so you like it when i’m dominating you?”

“absolutely.”

i decided to try to write a sub fic since that's something i never thought i would but yall got me with sub! noah

title comes from makedamnsure by taking back sunday

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x reader smut #bad omens x reader #bad omens smut #sub noah sebastian

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y2ashlee · 24 hours ago

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Azul Ashengrotto x Curvy/Plus size/Bigger! Female! Reader SMUT

WARNINGS: Bad writing, Unprotected sex, sex obviously, Yeehaw style

Requests open!!

Fun fact: A cummberbund is what you wear to hide the waistband of your trousers when wearing a suit.

Notes: Reader is wearing a skirt. Reader also has at least shoulder length hair.

Even though Azul body shames himself and whatnot I think he’d be into bigger women/men/people. I also think he’d be a thigh guy seeing as he’s a merman and they do not have thighs.

Are they dating? I guess.

Also magic protects reader from getting pregnant and STDs and whatnot.

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Azul smiled as he welcomed the ramshackle prefect into his office locking the door so they wouldn’t be disturbed. “Thank you for helping me out, Azul.” She said walking into his dorm room. “It’s not problem, my dear prefect.” He said smugly. “You can sit anywhere you like.” He said his eyes glancing at her as she sat down on his bed her bare thighs pressing together as she got comfortable her hands resting behind her on the bed as she lent back. He gulped slightly as his eyes darted away from her as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and read the message before sighing softly. “Apologies, Prefect. There seems to be a problem that has to be dealt with. I’ll be right back.” He said tiling his head slightly. “It’s ok I’ll be here.” She said giving him a small smile. He nods before leaving the room.

About 10 minutes goes by before Azul returns to his dorm room. “Apologise for the wait, Prefec-!” His eyes go wides at the image of her lying down on her stomach playing on her phone on his bed. Her thighs pressed together her skirt almost riding up too high, one of her crew length socks slightly pushed down. Her thighs and ass cheeks jiggle slightly as she turns around in response to his voice. “It’s alright, I don’t mind waiting for you~” She says smiling slightly before sitting up and moving to the side of his bed her legs falling to the floor as her thighs press together again. One hand on the bed patting the spot next to her the other resting on one of his pillows. Her hand sides under it. Her eyebrows raise slightly as she felts something and grabbed it pulling it out. His eyes widened in shock at what she pulled out. “Ooo~ a dirty magazine!” She said smirking and looking over at him seeing his surprised flushed face. “So you into this kinda thing?” She asked sitting looking down at the page it was folded onto. A curvy and busty woman in dark purple and black lingerie her hair, eye and skin colour similar to her own. “Az?” She asked looking at him once more.

He is mortified at what she thinks of him now. As he stands there his face flushed to his ears at how embarrassed he is. He remembers how it all happened how that dirty magazine got under his pillow and what he did. It all started the previous day Floyd had confiscated (stolen) it from a first year after finding a group of them looking as it in one of the dorm hallways. And after that Azul confiscated it from Floyd as he was reading it in Monstro Lounge. Thankfully it was not opening time yet so no one else saw. Azul had forgotten about it after quickly tossing it on his bed to dispose of later after the day had ended. And after the day had ended he retuned to his room after showering and getting in fresh pyjamas and getting into bed to look at his phone that he saw the dirty magazine again. He put his phone on his bedside table and grabbed the magazine slowly flipping through it before landing on a page and folding it in half as he looked at it his eyes drawn it noticing and skimpy clothing as it did nothing to hide anything all of her parts on display. “..so that’s what a female land dwellers..” he mumbled his gaze intensified as he noticed her hair and eye colour. “…she kind of looks like..” his eyes widened as his pictured the prefect of ramshackle dorm more of her features looked similar and the more he thought of her he started to imagine her as the women in the picture the same half lidded eyes the same skimpy outfit the same position.

Before he could shake away the thoughts he was picturing her doing all sorts of vulgar and sexual things the only thing that brought him back to his senses was that he felt very uncomfortable and restrained he looked down noticing that his package was straining against his pyjama bottoms. His face was slightly flushed as he pulled the hem of his pyjama bottoms down as well as his underwear freeing his length from hot confines. He sighed as the cool air hit his exposed length as it stood almost fully erect. He bit his lip as he placed his hand on his length and started to stroke and pump it. His other hand holding her magazine as he continued to picture her once more. He sloughed and slid down his pillows slightly as placed his feet on the mattress using his thighs as a book stand as he rested the magazine against his legs. He lets out a sigh as he picks up his pace feeling himself get closer as he squeezed harder. He let out a straggled groan like moan his breath hitched as he came his hot fluid squirting slightly onto the magazine white rest went on his hand and stomach.

“Azul?!” He heard her call as he looked up as her feeling embarrassed and guilty. “..y-yes?” He asks. “So your into dirty magazines?” She said looking at the picture once more noticing something on the paper. “AH!! N-o!” He coughs to clear his through. “I confiscated it from Floyd!!” He said. “So, he’s into this kinda stuff?” She asked. “…I never would have picked him for that but each to their own.” She said dropping it to the floor. “So anyway…” she said trying to change the subject. “Are you going to sit down or what?” She asked patting the bed next to her once more. He coughed once more and sat down his hands in his lap as he avoided her eyes. She smiled softly before pulling her legs back up onto the bed and moving behind him giving him a hug. Her chest against his back her hat moving slightly almost falling before she took it off and dropped it to the floor her hands gently clasping his shoulders her thumbs rubbing into them. His eyes widened as he relaxed with her touch his stress and embarrassment fading from his mind. She slides off his over coat and blazer once again dropping them to the floor. “Come lay down and relax, Take off your shoes.” She said softly and he complied laying down his head on his pillow as she laid next to him kissing his check as she rest her head in her hand her elbow propped up on the bed. She trails her fingers up and down his chest kissing his chin then his nose his beauty mark and finally his lips.

“_-______, my dear.” Azul said his face flushed once more. “Mmm..” she answered pulling off one of his gloves before he responded. “I thought you wanted me to relax.” She smiled at him taking another glove off. “I do that’s why I’m taking of your gloves. I’m going to look after you and get you de stressed.” She said softly kissing his check once more. “I’ll give you a back massage and I’ll make you some tea afterwards.” She said smiling softly her hand holding his. “I-I’m sorry I don’t think I can do this!” He said his eyes wide as he sat up on the bed pulling his hand from hers and turning away from her his face flushed once more at the realisation of his trousers becoming tighter. “Oh, I-I shouldn’t have touched you without asking I’m sorry.” She said softly. “I can go if you want to be alone.” She said withdrawing from him. “No-wait, it’s not that I want to be alone I just….” He takes a deep breath placing his hands in his lap his thighs pressing together a bit. “..I just-“ he mumbled the last part incoherent to her. “Pardon?” She asked. “I’m-“ he mumbled again incoherently. “I’m sorry??” She asked once more confused. “IM HAVING A HARD TIME AT THE MOMENT!!” He said quickly frustration and embarrassment laced in his voice. “Oh…” she said realising what he meant. “I see…” she said blinking quickly as she took in the information.

“…well then I can help with that.” She said softly placing a hand on his. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that the page model looked like me.” She said smirking slightly as he bit his lip. “And I noticed that certain stain..” she said her voice low a sultry as she blew against his ear. He jumped his face so hot he let out a gasp of embarrassment. “I-Im so sorry-“ she cut him off with a kiss placing a hand on his and moving it away. “Come on lay back down and I’ll help you out, ok.” She said urging him to lay down and he complied and laid back down taking a breath. “So what sort of things did you think about.” She said moving to kneel over him and sit on his thighs. He let out a breath and lowered his head slightly. “Did you picture me like this, touching and kissing you?” She asked her hands trailing up his chest to undo his bow tie and top few buttons. “Y-yes..” he said his legs quivering slightly as she started to grind her clothed heat against his hardened bulge. He groans as she continues to grind against him her hands trail down to his trousers sliding up the cummerbund to get to his trouser button and zipper undoing them both after stopping her movements pulling them down slightly to get to the waist band of his underwear. He bites his lip when she runs a finger down his bludge earning a groan from him his eyes slightly watering. She leans back and slides up her shirt before taking it off completely and tossing it to the floor. His eyes widened as he watched stunned as she took of her singlet tossing it aside as well. She smiled slightly her face now flushed as well. “I know my body isn’t as attractive as that models.” She said running a hand through her hair.

At her soft spoken words he snapped out of his daze grabbing hold of her arm and pulling her down to him. Kissing her roughly his tongue slipping past her surprised lips exploring her mouth his hands moving to her hips rubbing up at down her skin as they counting their passionate kiss before pulling away from each other for breath. “Your body is gorgeous.” He said breathlessly before kissing her once more. She didn’t know how to respond to that. “..w-well I’m glad you like it…” she said kissing him once more while her fingers play with the waistband of his underwear. She pulls away once more stuffing down the bed on her kneels a little before pulling down his underwear his hardened length standing almost straight up. He shudders slightly at the feeling of her breath against it her hand grasps it gently her thumb moving up and down it slowly before she lent down taking the tip into her mouth. His eyes widened at her action before he groaned softly precum dripping onto her mouth as she using her tongue to lick around the tip almost playing with it. Her free hand reaches down to her own heat and starts to stroke herself using her underwear as friction against her pearl closing her eyes she focuses on taking more of him into her mouth using her tongue as much as she can. She moves her underwear to the side before sliding her fingers against her wet outer walls. He shudders his eyes watering as he feels himself close to climaxing.

She moans against his length as she starts to insert her fingers inside of herself groaning when she starts to pump them inside of herself. His eyes start to water before he lets out a high pitched strangled moan as he came inside he mouth his body shuddering at the warm of her mouth. Her eyes widened at the feeling of his fluid inside her mouth. She swallowed it subconsciously as she pulled away. His eyes wide at the realisation of what she did. “Y-yOu DiDn’T hAvE tO swallow it!” He said his voice breaking in surprise. “It was an accident.” She said unashamed as she sat up shimmying her way up to his thighs once more her hand never leaving his length as she started to stroke his length feeling it harden once more against her hand. He shivers at the movement his eyes wavering slightly as he bit his lip once more watching as she lined herself up before slowly inserting the tip of his length into her before lowering herself onto him. His eyes widened at her action before letting out a groan feeling her warm wet walls around his length making him shudder as he welcomed the comforting warmth legs shuddering slightly as he sighed. She lets out a breath her eyes watering slightly as she started to move herself against his shaft biting her lip as she clenched her eyes shut.

She huffed as she continued every time taking more of him inside of herself until he was completely inside of her taking stopping for a moment her eyes watery as she took a deep breath before moving starting to move once more letting out a groan her hands clutching at the remaining clothing on Azul’s waist. His eyes widened as he finally looked up at her face looking at her dishevelled hair sweat dripping down her forehead her watery half lidded eyes. He let out a breath at the beauty he saw in her. He placed his hands on her thighs rubbing his hands against them soothingly as he stared to grind his hips up into hers. She let out a breathy moan liking to feeling of his movements. They continued their messy movements his length pressing different spots inside of her as she got closer to her own high. He quivered and moaned feeling himself close once against grinding up against quicker as he shuddered feeling himself release inside her his legs shaking as they raised up slightly his eyes watering his glasses now disheveled as he watched her grind against him not stopping as she chased her own high. Once he calmed down slightly he started to trust up into her wanting to make her feel just as good as him.

She moaned feeling her walls quiver slightly before she leans over clutching his shirt drool dripping from her mouth as he continues his thrusts like he hand all the energy in the world. She moaned as she felt him press against a sweet spot inside of her as he contours trust against it. Her eyes shuddered as she felt herself come undone her walls clenching around his hardened length as she lets out a low moan her body quivering as she hauled her movements. He groaned as he felt himself come undone once more moaning against her ear as he quivered his movements slowing into they completely stopped his arms wrapping around her as she laid against his chest their breathing heavy their hearts beating fast in their chests. They took so many deep breaths trying to calm down until they did. He sighed as he used his partly regained strength to lift her of of his length shuddering slightly as the cool air hit it. He rubbed her back gently. “My dear, please lay down.” He said still catching his breath as she nodded and rolled over into the bed next to him her face staring at him with a soft smile. He smiled back at her before rolling over and kissing her forehead before sitting up and fixing himself. “Where are you going?” She asked her voice croaky. “Just to get something to clean up. I’ll be back in a moment my dear.” He said standing up and not looking at her as he walked went to get a towel. Pausing in the mirror to fix himself once more seeing how disheveled he was.

She would fall asleep before he returned as he washed his face and screamed in his head at what just happened. She must never know what face he had before he left the room. She must never know how embarrassed he looked and how he almost couldn’t bear to look at her in her disheveled state knowing that he probably could have done more to her. How he didn’t want to stop but knowing he had to stop for her sake. His inner turmoil would continue for at least half an hour even after he returned and cleaned her up and laid down next to her. And her not waking once only snuggling up against him.

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Anyway that’s it hope you enjoyed. Next is Jade.

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Scarecrow being a Decent Psychiatrist

Two years had passed since Tim lost both parents, but with the support of his family, he had begun to adjust to life more effectively. He felt prepared to confront Scarecrow, who had teamed up with the Joker to unleash fear toxin across Gotham.

Scarecrow wasn't heavily invested in this team-up, though. Spraying his fear toxin and giving people horrendous nightmares was enough for him. That was what he enjoyed about being a villain: making people lose their minds. It was chaos in its purest form, unlike the Joker's more planned madness.

As he walked around, moving his sprayer back and forth to ensure even distribution of his fear toxin, Scarecrow began to sing softly to himself.

Scarecrow: Only love, only love can hurt like this, only love can hurt like this, must've been a deadly—

His singing was abruptly interrupted when he spotted Red Robin fighting one of his hired goons, now wearing a face mask. It was a change from the last time he had seen the young hero.

Scarecrow (walking over): Hey! Robin, over here.

Red Robin (punching a goon unconscious): Um, me?

Scarecrow: Yeah, hey mate. Good to see you again.

Red Robin (confused): Um, same to you. Last time you saw me, I was walking through your toxin fog. That's embarrassing to think about now.

Scarecrow (with a jovial British accent): Hey, it's in the past. Honestly, I kind of respected you for that. I thought I was the only one who embraced the nightmares. Not much respect since you’re still stopping crime, but you know… I’m impressed.

Red Robin: Thanks… what’s happening right now?

Scarecrow: Nothing serious, mate. You're back to work, fighting crime. When I was in Arkham, I heard you were checked out on life. Everything with you better?

Red Robin (keeping a safe distance): Sort of. I’m not as depressed as I was months ago.

Scarecrow: That’s good. You’re not catastrophizing or sitting in burning buildings like I heard you were before. I’m oddly happy you’re mentally better.

Scarecrow patted Red Robin on the back, and the young man rubbed his arm bashfully.

Scarecrow: Hey, don’t tell Joker this, but I was worried you’d snap and become him. A mini Joker? That thought concerned me. That type of insanity I could never tolerate. It’s like that arsehole, the Mad Hatter, and his mind-control chips. Not how insanity should be.

Red Robin: Right, you’re not into artificial or Joker toxin-induced insanity.

Red Robin kicked another goon away as Scarecrow nodded, turning off his sprayer.

Scarecrow: You understand. Fear needs to be genuine, buried in the deep recesses of our minds.

Red Robin (eyeshifting, worried Batman might be around): Right, for clarification, I do not agree with what you do; I just get why you think that. I’m not insane or turning into the Joker.

Red Robin laughed nervously, holding his head down, concerned at the idea.

Scarecrow (reassuring tone): Don’t you start worrying about what-ifs, kid. Knowing you’re not off the bloody deep end leaves me relieved. You should be proud of yourself. When I see people going insane, I want them to live—whether from slow madness or this nonsense you do.

Scarecrow sighed, taking in the insanity unfurling around him while Red Robin maintained his distance, perplexed that the man who thrived on people's mental breakdowns was being genuinely nice to him. It felt strangely akin to talking to Batman… sort of.

Scarecrow (continuing): My apologies for rambling. Seeing you come close to ending it made me concerned. You’re not living to your full potential. Don’t waste it, mate. Not at such a young age.

Red Robin (hand on his heart after incapacitating another goon): That was the nicest thing you've said to me.

Scarecrow (shrugging): Eh, you’re not Batman… or my father.

Red Robin: Thanks. I think. But, um, I have to stop you.

Scarecrow: Nah, Batman can deal with me. I’m helping out Joker—crazy, right? It’s a living. When we meet up again, you can try to take me down. Either way, handle him yourself—it’ll be a booster for you.

Red Robin (sniffling): You’re right!

Batman (on comms, stern tone): I wanted to fight the Joker! You stay there and arrest him!

Red Robin (pressing his comm button): Let me have this!

Scarecrow chuckled as he restarted his fear toxin sprayer.

Oracle (on comms, amused tone): The British failed psychologist is making you sniffle? Really?

Oracle cackled over the comms.

Red Robin (pressing the comm button): One moment, Scarecrow—Oracle, he may be insane and British, but he earned that psychology degree! Batman, you can handle him! I'm taking down the Joker!

With determination, Red Robin ran off, leaving a satisfied Scarecrow to continue spraying fear toxin.

Scarecrow (walking through the streets and noticing the panicked bystanders): Great job, Jonathan, still got it. A bloke who acknowledges my degree as well? Damn, he is a good hero—would’ve made a great lackey. I swear that kid is a ticking time bomb… reminds me of myself when I killed my father. Good memories. I have to respect that about this Robin. If he ever goes insane, though, I’m going to see if he needs a mentor.

Pt 1

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